SUNSHINE

thirty-seven

[ HOLY SH*T Y'ALL ALEX MORGAN IS GONNA HAVE A LITTLE ALEX MORGAN ]

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The rest of the night became a blur, for the amount of alcohol everyone consumed that night was unreasonable. By the end of the night, Kelley, Casey, Alex, and Emily were dancing and singing on top of their living room coffee table, Casey had gotten more cake slammed into her face, and they were all drunk. Before everything became a disaster, however, everyone managed to get nice pictures of the night, which had Casey's phone buzzing all night because they kept getting sent.

She woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, but found herself in her own bed, which was a relief. She rolled over and realized she was not alone, seeing Alessio wide awake staring at her as she rolled over.

"Good morning, sunshine. Or should I say afternoon?" He greeted softly. She looked over at her digital clock on the nightstand and groaned.

"No way it's two o'clock." She croaked, her voice shot from the day before.

"Yeah, it is. We were all up until four in the morning, I'm surprised you're up right now as it is." He responded, scooting closer to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. She melted against him, her body molding perfectly with his.

"Well did you have fun at least?" He asked, planting a kiss on her neck.

"Lots. Thank you for being here. It means a lot." She answered, turning her head upward to face him.

"Don't mention it." He said, smiling.

"When do you have to go back?" Casey asked, that question seeming to be more ominous now that there were official.

"Sadly I am here for one night and one night only. I have to be on a flight at five." He informed her, and she turned over.

"Shouldn't you be leaving then? You've got to get to the airport, go through TSA, get to your gate." She asked, turning herself over. She was not expecting him to be shirtless, but it was not a bad sight to wake up to. She was not complaining.

"I wanted to make sure you were alright before I left. You did drink quite a bit last night." He told her, and she gave a sheepish smile.

"Just a headache." She informed, and he pecked her cheek.

"Some advil and water can fix that. I'll grab some from the medicine cabinet." He said, getting up from the bed and going toward the bathroom. She finally sat up, finding herself changed out of her dress and heels and into his dress shirt. She recalled most of last night, but this was something she did not remember. She must have been too far gone to remember him helping her change out of her dress. She sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her eyes, thinking about the huge mess they would have to clean up in the backyard throughout the house. She got up slowly, her body aching from the game yesterday, and she went and opened the bedroom door, Atlas waiting on the other side of it. She greeted him while she looked around, finding that the house was spotless. It was as if there had never been a huge party in their living room. The only thing that gave it away was all the leftover alcohol now sitting on top of their fridge. Some of it had gone untouched, which surprised her. No one had spent the night, for everyone had gone safely back to their homes or hotels, and Alex, Casey, Servando, and Alessio made sure of that.

"You disappeared on me." She heard Alessio say as he walked out of her bedroom with advil. "Sorry that took so long, I didn't realize how bad I needed to pee." He apologized, and she just chuckled as she filled a small glass with water and took the advil from him.