MIA’s POV
It’s Saturday morning. I have no desire to get out of bed.
“f**k, where did she get that from.?” I hear Griffin swearing in the kitchen, and I want to pull the blankets over my head. I ignore Griffin’s outburst and try not to listen to the conversation he has with the poor person on the receiving end. As I stare out the window, my mind runs wild. Last night was the best, yet the scariest night of my life. The way Griffin said baby and made me feel things I have never felt in my life makes my stomach flatters. A light knock on the door makes me snap out of my thoughts.
“ morning, Did I wake you?.” Griffin asks holding out a cup of coffee for me.
“ no, I was awake.”
“ are you sore, I mean did, are you.?” he can’t seem to find words this morning.
“ no I’m ok, it's a lit
