Saige's POV
Well, the dreaded day has finally dawned on us. Wesley and the boys will be leaving for four months, and I couldn't be more nervous. Not so much of nervous for Wesley on the road, but more nervous that Michael won't sleep as well as he did with Wesley playing his guitar. I'm only kidding, but we will both really miss him. But we'll be fine with Mari and Laraine and my parents at times.
Wesley woke up super early, and he already had gotten Michael up, so he was hungry and fussy bright and early this morning. I fed him nonetheless and got him ready to meet Drew, Mariana, and Keaton at a place for breakfast before they had to go. We then hopped in the car with all of Wesley's final things he forgot to already put on the bus, and we left.
"I can't believe this day has already come," Wesley sighed. I gave his free hand a reassuring squeeze and kissed the back of it softly.
"Don't be sad because then I'll be sad, and no one likes when I'm sad," I chuckled, trying so, so hard to hold back tears. I keep telling myself he needs to see his fans, and he needs to be happy doing what he loves because I know he'd want the same for me if I were in this position. I should support him in everything he does, like he supports me.
We got to the restaurant, and we were the last ones, big surprise. They waited for us to order, and it was just kind of a bittersweet time for all of us. Mariana wasn't too upset, though. She can now focus back on school and what not. I, on the other hand, have finished online classes, and now need to start looking for a job.
"So, guys, I think we all need to group hug Michael before we leave. You know, pretty soon, that baller will be rocking on stage with us, no doubt with a name like that," Drew said happily, looking over and making faces at a grinning Michael.
"I'm so stoked this time has finally come," Keaton smiled. He was probably the most excited.
"So I am," Wesley piped in. I love seeing him happy. I'm glad he's not too worried about leaving us behind that he won't have fun because that's the last thing I want.
We all ate our breakfast, and the time had come. Their manager was here to pick them up to go to the bus. They loaded the rest of their things in their managers car and said their final goodbyes.
"Baby, I love you so, so, so, so much, and I'll call you the first chance I get, okay?"
"Don't stress it, whenever you're not busy. I love you so much too, and I am already counting the days until Michael and I see you again," I smiled.
"Me too, and if you need anything at all, call me, please."
"Don't worry about me or Michael, go, before we both cry," I laughed. He pulled me in for one last, long, passionate kiss, squeezed me in a hug, and kissed Michael's head before he actually got in the car. Drew and Keaton were waiting to say goodbye to Michael and I as well. Drew was saying by to Michael as I pulled Keaton aside.
"Hey, Keats?"
"Yeah?"
"I know this is going to sound like I don't trust him, I really do, but could you just keep an eye on Wes for me and make sure he doesn't do anything completely stupid?"
"Of course I will, Saige," he chuckled, "I'll miss you and my nephew," he said, pulling me in for a hug and pecking my cheek. I gave Drew a hug as well, and they went on their way. Soon it was just Mariana, Michael, and I in the parking lot.
"Well, sleepover?" Mari said excitedly.
"Yes, please! You can literally live at my house until Wesley get back," I chuckled. We went back home, and it felt like old times back in our apartment, except, now we had a baby.
We spent the night watching movies and comforting each other. We moved Michael's crib into Wesley and I'd room, so he'd be with me while Wesley was gone. I don't know why, but it made me feel safer. I'm hoping these next four months fly by.
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Over Again (Sequel to Fall)
FanfictionSaige and Wesley haven't seen each other since the day they broke up. They both claim they've gotten over each other, but deep down, they know they haven't. Saige is back in Washington for Christmas, and Wesley just so happens to be too. Will their...
