"How was the studio?" Maggie asks, an unlit cigarette hanging from her lips as she pops a bread pan in the oven full of cornbread batter. "Did you sing lots?"

"Yep." Morgan sighs, tossing his ball cap up on the top of the fridge. His eyes drop to the dry erase calendar stuck to the front. "Hey, what is today?"

"Tuesday." Maggie responds, setting the timer on the stove.

"Huh." He says, licking his lips before he gives his fiancé a quick smooch. "How was your day?" He pans over the cluttered kitchen counter top. "You writin'?"

"I've been tryin' to." She sighs, tucking the unlit smoke behind her ear. "Been hittin a wall ever since, y'know..." Maggie sniffles, wiping her tired, bloodshot eyes. "Sorry."

Morgan nods, kissing her temple. "So, guess what's next week."

"What?"

"Your twenty fifth."

Maggie groans and shakes her head. "Shit. Son of a bitch."

"What? It's a good thing, Maggie May." He squeezes her shoulders. "What do you want for your birthday?"

"Hm." She taps her lips with her finger as she leans back against the counter. "I want a new car. I want a big ol' house with a lotta land and I want a big ass expensive hollow body guitar. I want-"

"Mags, seriously."

"I don't want to celebrate my birthday this year. It'll just bring me down." She sighs, shaking her head.

"I know, baby." He wraps his arms around her. "Well, we'll throw you a party; just a couple of people over here and party it up."

"No, Morgan-"

"It's happenin'. Deal with it." He says, kissing her quickly before grabbing his phone to probably call Michael and Sage to get a party thrown together.

Maggie groans again as she looks down at her engagement ring; they've been betrothed for a year, probably longer than a year and they've done zero wedding planning. Maggie and Morgan are totally fine with it; life has been happening so they really haven't had the right mindset but things better get started sooner rather than later.

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"Why are you here?" Michael asks with his folder tucked under his arm as he pulls a pinch from his dip can. "Shouldn't you be home?"

"That's the thing." Maggie says as she stands from sitting on the sidewalk next to the main doors at Big Loud. "I don't want to be home."

"Why? Everything okay?"

"Yeah. Morgan's throwing me a party and I'm just not in a party mood."

"C'mon now, baby. All your friends'll be there. Twenty five is a big deal!"

"Yuck, don't remind me." She scowls, tossing her empty coffee cup away before she shuffles to her car. "See ya at the house then."

"I'll follow you there." Michael says, knowing that if he doesn't, she won't go.

Maggie reluctantly parks her car in her spot on the driveway and slowly makes her way inside, dragging her feet.

She just wants to get drunk and fuck Morgan; that is the best way to spend a birthday.

Maggie puts her hand on the door handle and shoots a look back at Michael who waves her in, actually pushing her inside the house where she's greeted with a couple cheers and light applause. "Oh fuck off." She says with a genuine smile, shaking her head as she gives her fiancé a tight hug.

"I know your birthday isn't til tomorrow but this was the best we could do on short notice." He whispers, his hand going to the small of her back. She sighs heavily as she pans over the small group; Sage, Morgan, Caleigh and Michael.

Those four are all she needs in life.

=

"Maggie!" Morgan hisses to his girlfriend as she squeezes through a beat up fence, the busted metal snagging her good jeans into a hole that also scrapes her skin. She shakes her head in response, crawling under another fence. "Mags!"

"C'mon you big baby." She shoots back, turning to him. She laughs when she sees him still standing behind the first set of fencing. Morgan huffs as he copies what she did, the fence ripping the sleeve of his shirt in the process. He finally joins Maggie at the base of the ladder of the town water tower. "Up you go." She says, sending herself up to the ledge.

"Maggie." He sighs, following her.

The two sit on the small walkway that's wrapped around the metal, their legs hanging over the edge with their foreheads against the railing. "Why are we up here? You're gonna get us in so much trouble! The sheriff knows my old man. If he finds out we're tresspassin'-" Maggie grabs his jaw and kisses him hotly, her body burning as it turns open mouthed. He scoots back against the water tower with her straddling his lap. Maggie breathes out softly against his neck, her tank top strap being tugged off her shoulder as he starts kissing her skin. Soon, Morgan has his hands under her bra while she slides one of hers past the waistband of his shorts.

"Hey!" Someone shouts from below, a light shining up at them. "Who's up there?" Morgan practically shoves Maggie off his lap before he yanks his shorts back up. "C'mon kids." Maggie huffs as she pulls her jeans back on and follows her boyfriend down the ladder. "Evelyn Wilson's daughter, huh?" The man asks, tucking his flashlight back into its holder of his police uniform. "With Morgan Wallen? The star pitcher of the high school baseball team?"

"Evenin' officer." Morgan says, holding his sweatshirt in front of his shorts to hide the problem Maggie created. "What can I do you for?"

"Y'all kids are in trouble."

"C'mon now." Maggie says, stopping him. "You know me, you know my momma." The officer shrugs. "You know what momma's like, don't you? She'll come down on me- all three of us- for bein' out this late on a school night. She probably knows your momma and somehow get you in trouble too." The cop looks past Maggie as if the gears are turning in his head. "Then by the end of tomorrow, everyone'll think all three of us were in on somethin' together and," she looks down at a black rubber wedding band, "I don't think your missus would like that very much." The entire small town would hear about what's happening at the water tower and the story will probably get twisted up and it'll sound like the trio are getting into trouble together; some illegal things with a crooked cop.

"If I catch y'all kids again, y'all're gonna be in deep."

"You won't." Maggie winks, tucking a hand into her back pocket. "Thank you, officer." She smiles at him as he drives off before she turns to Morgan; he is pissed. "What?"

"You almost got us slapped with indecent exposure or somethin'!" He snaps, stomping his way back to her car. "You're such a-" Maggie leaps on his back, knocking him to the grass grown ground. He grunts, moving beneath her, thrashing around. "Mags!"

"You live such a boring, baseball centered life, Morgan! You gotta get out and do somethin' crazy once in a while!" She says, pinning his arms to the ground with her hands around his wrists.

"I'm not boring!" He says back, flipping them suddenly so that he's on top of her. "You're the one who's a fuckin' trouble junkie! I'm fine with my life."

"Are you!? Because ever since you became captain of the goddamn baseball team, you haven't been the same guy. You've been like lifeless and- and dull!" She shoves him back.

"Well excuse me for trying to keep my grades up and my ass outta trouble so I can get into a good school!"

"This again? How many times have you told me that you don't want that? That it's what your old man wants!" Maggie scoffs, standing before she heads back to her car. "Excuse me for tryna keep your boring life interesting."

Morgan chases after her, grabbing her arm before he pins her against the drivers side door with his lips against hers. He lowers them to the ground, adjusting her on his lap as he tears her tank top off while she works on her jeans, tugging his pants down in the process before they finish what they started up on the water tower right there against her car on the ground.

=

Morgan wakes first the following morning to the sound of rain hitting the roof and windows. He leans over and kisses his fiancé's bare shoulder before sliding out of bed to stumble his way to the bathroom after pulling his boxers on. He then heads to the kitchen to attempt to throw together a nice breakfast for his fiancé on her twenty fifth birthday.

"Good mornin', Maggie Grace." Morgan whispers, sitting next to her on the bed with two plates of eggs, biscuits, and sausage. She hums, rolling onto her back from her front, slowly opening her eyes.

"Mornin'." She mumbles, still half asleep. "Whatcha got there?" She asks, eyeballing the two plates on her half dressed fiancé's lap.

"Your favorite." He lets her sit up then hands her a plate with a fork.

"Mmm." She moans with a mouthful of food. "Thank you." She blushes at the look Morgan gives her, that once over with a handsome smirk on his lips. "What?"

"Nothin'." He wipes his mouth off with a napkin. "So whatcha wanna do today?"

"Nothin', I don't wanna do anythin'." She says somewhat childishly as she slides her now empty plate to the nightstand. "I would hang out outside but it's rainin'."

"Hey, we could use a little rain." Morgan smirks again, setting his plate on top of hers, rearranging the silverware and napkins on his.

"Huh?"

"Beatin' on the window pane."

Maggie snorts. "What the hell're you talkin' 'bout?"

"Just a song idea I've been diddlin' 'round with." He says, sitting against the headboard with her.

"I wanna go on a trip somewhere." She sighs, her head falling on his bare shoulder. "Georgia."

"You wanna go to Georgia?" She nods sleepily. "Okay."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Pack your stuff, baby girl." Maggie squeals as she leaps out of bed, stark nude, to pull a huge duffle off the top shelf of the closet. Morgan laughs earning a pair of panties tossed at him. "Hey!"

"Get your lazy ass up and help me pack!" Maggie giggles as she pulls a clean thong up her long tan legs along with a pair of ripped jeans and a thin tank top underneath a thin flannel. "C'mon!"

Morgan laughs again as he stands, pulling a zip up hoodie on as he starts digging through the dressers for some clothes. He tosses random outfits near the duffle bag before heading to a hall closet for his guitar case. "Where are we goin'?"

"Georgia-"

"I know that but what part?"

"Savannah? It's real historic. Or we could go to Wilmington, North Carolina! Or- Or Stuart, Florida! Or Orange Beach, Alabama!"

Morgan's face splits into a grin. "Funny you should say Orange Beach."

"Why?" She asks, an armful of clothes clutched to her chest.

"Hardy and I are shooting a music vid down there this week."

"So-"

"I knew you'd say Orange Beach." He smiles, tucking a curl behind her ear. "We're on the same wavelength, Maggie May." He kisses her forehead before he reaches over her to grab his infamous Hancock County Co-Op ball cap. "Get packin', Gracie." He smacks her ass then disappears down the hallway.