"Rise and Shine!" Maggie shouts, tearing the curtains open. Morgan whines loudly, pulling a pillow over his head. "Up! Up! Up!"

"Fuck off." He groans, squeezing his eyes shut.

"C'mon, Morgan! We gotta leave for tour in an hour!" He grunts, curling up tighter under the bedsheets. "Wallen, let's go!" She yanks the blankets off the bed and throws them to the floor, pulling his ankle to drag him down the bed.

"Fuck off!" He shouts, trying to hide the sleepy smile on his face. "Mornin'."

"Good Mornin'!" She beams back. Morgan grins at the sight of Maggie in her natural state; her glasses, hair in a messy bun, a baggy t-shirt and sweats with a bare face. "What?"

Morgan just shakes his head as he reaches out and grabs her hand, pulling her back down to the bed. She giggles, flopping next to him. "We gotta get finished packin', Morgan."

"We have plenty of time, baby." He smirks back, starting to press his lips against her jaw. "We can be quick."

"N-no, fine." Morgan smiles against her neck, his hand sliding behind her sweatpants waistband and into her panties.

=

The three and Caleigh are on their way to Columbia, South Carolina for the first night. The vibes are a helluva lot better on this tour than her first one. "I've never been to Columbia." Maggie says, a beer tight in her hand as she leans against the small counter across from Morgan.

"We might not have time to sight see." Caleigh says. "But if we do, I'll walk around with you."

"Sounds good." Maggie smiles back. "How much longer til we're there?"

"'Bout four hours." Brooks answers, taking a drink of his coffee. "We woulda been there by now if we didn't have to wait for y'all to finish fuckin' 'round."

"Sorry." Maggie blushes bright red. "I'm gonna go lay down for a bit, my stomach is feelin' weird." She whispers to Morgan, giving his bicep a squeeze before she slowly makes her way to her bunk.

A couple hours later, Caleigh goes back to check on Maggie. Her bunk is empty so she checks the bathroom. "Hang on." Her voice groans. She has her eyes squeezed shut as she fans herself with her hand.

"You okay?" She asks, leaning against the door.

"Yeah." She breathes, hunching over the toilet before she gags and upchucks whatever is in her belly.

"Mags?"

"Can you get me a bottle of water please?" Caleigh silently picks up one from the fridge and knocks on the door. Maggie weakly raises her arm and turns the handle, dropping herself back against the wall as she struggles to catch her breath. "Thanks."

"You okay?" She asks as she sits next to her on the cramped bathroom floor.

"Peachy." She shakily cracks her water bottle open and takes a small sip. "It's just my nerves."

"Do you need anything?"

"I just need some rest." She gets herself to her feet and somehow to her bunk without falling from how dizzy she's feeling after puking her guts out. She peeks out past the curtain and sees Caleigh whisper something to the guys but soon she's passed out.

=

Maggie's pacing around the stage with a bottle of Gatorade in her shaky hand. "You okay?" Caleigh asks quietly from her spot on a trunk. "Feeling any better?"

"Not really." She mumbles back, looking down at the set list that taped to the floor. "I'm sure I'll feel better once the show is over."

"Mags!" Brooks shouts, rushing over to her. "Guess what!"

"What?"

"In August, the three of y'all are in a festival!" Maggie's face drops. "It's with a bunch of other country artists- you okay?"

"I think I'm gonna be sick." She shoves past the tour manager and rushes to the backside of the venue, doubling over as she gags again.

"Woah- are you gonna be able to perform tonight?" Brooks asks, crouching next to her.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." She says, leaning against the brick wall of the venue. "I'm gon' run to a drugstore and get somethin' for my stomach."

"Okay, hurry back." Maggie nods and heads back inside to grab Caleigh's hand, dragging her to the nearby CVS.

=

After Maggie gets some medication in her, she's feeling good enough to perform but the comment that Caleigh had mentioned to her in the store keeps rattling around in her head. "What if you're pregnant?" She had said kind of jokingly but those words made her upset stomach sink even more. Maggie had picked up a box of pregnancy tests and she has them stored away in a hiding spot; under her mattress in her bunk.

In the middle of her set, she glaces over at Morgan and Michael, they're singing along with her. "This next song is one that's near and dear to my heart." She snaps the mic back into the head of the stand before she brushes her hair back behind her shoulders. "This is Something To Be Proud Of."

Maggie adjusts her fringe jacket before she sets her hands on the mic, her eyes closed as she starts singing,

"There's a story that my daddy tells religiously, like clockwork every time he sees an opening in a conversation about the ways things used to be..."

She grins when she hears the audience already screaming her lyrics back to her. Between versus, she swallows hard, failing to force tears back as they slip down her cheeks.

"That's something to be proud of. That's a life you can hang your hat on. That's a chin held high as the tears fall down, a gut sucked in, a chest stuck out like a small town flag a-flyin or a newborn baby cryin' in the arms of a woman that you love, that's something to be proud of..."

She takes a deep breath as the song ends and wipes her face. She wasn't expecting to get emotional.

Maybe she is pregnant.

=

A few days later, Maggie sneaks off to the bathroom to take a pregnancy test. She holds her breath as she bounces her knee, her heart pounding out of her chest. Caleigh stands outside of the stall for moral support, keeping time on her phone. "Time." She says.

"I can't look." Maggie whimpers, her eyes screwed shut as she holds the test out from under the stall door. "You do it."

"It's negative."

Maggie laughs in relief, tears in her eyes. "Are you sure?"

"One line- but you don't know how accurate these things are so I'd take another one to see if it's negative still."

"Okay, yeah sure." Maggie nods and fumbles with the purple and white box.

"Girls, c'mon! Bus is leavin!" Brooks shouts, pounding on the bathroom door.

"Okay!" Caleigh yells back, sliding the box into purse. "C'mon." The brunette takes the blonde's hand in her and walks with her back to the bus.

Maggie immediately hides herself in the back lounge, curling up on the couch under a big Tennessee Titans blanket, her eyes glued to the blank TV screen as the bus heads to Augusta, Georgia for the next show.

Around three in the morning, Morgan slides out of his bunk and heads to the back lounge, pressing his ear against the divider separating the two areas. He presses his lips together as he quietly pushes the slider to the side, his eyes widening in the dark as he looks around for his girlfriend. "Gracie?"

She hums in response, rolling on her side with the blanket pulled up to her shoulders as she sleeps. He sighs at the sight and slides onto the cramped couch with her, his arm around her comfortably with her head on his chest.

They actually get some good sleep up until they're woken by shouting and swearing coming from the front of the bus.

Maggie whines softly, rubbing her eyes while Morgan takes a deep breath, yawning loudly as his legs stretch below them. "Mornin." He whispers, rubbing her back. "How're you feelin'?"

"Been better, been worse, probably just my period comin'." Morgan scrunches his face up. "Does that gross you out?"

"Kinda."

"Ovulation." She drags the word out, poking him in the belly as she talks. "Tampon."

"Ew, stop it."

"Menstruation." He visibly shutters, slipping out from under her. "Uterus-"

"Stop it!" She laughs tiredly, pulling a baggy sweatshirt on. "Do you, y'know, need anything for your... thing?"

"No, baby, I don't." She leans over and kisses his cheek. "Did we make it to Georgia?"

"We made it through Georgia. We're in Florida."

"Did- did I miss Georgia?"

Morgan laughs. "No, Georgia's next week." He squeezes her shoulders. "But we're in Jacksonville tonight and tomorrow so-"

"Hotel beds!" She squeals. "I can't wait to take a real shower and- and get some sleep."

"You fuckin idiot!" Michael shouts from the front followed by booing and laughing.

Maggie and Morgan head to the front lounge to be greeted with the guys playing video games while Caleigh is doing her make up. "What the hell, y'all?" Maggie says, throwing a handful of popcorn back at the guys. "Y'all know I'm gon' end up cleanin' this shit up-"

"Oh, no you're not, Mags." Brooks says over her, hanging her a solo cup.

"It's not even noon yet!"

"It's five o'clock somewhere!" Everyone says in unison, wild laughing following.

"Bottoms up!" She shrugs, downing whatever was in the cup. "Attagirl!" She coughs harshly before she holds her cup out for more.

After about an hour of partying, Maggie is kinda tipsy while everyone else is drunk with Caleigh being the most sober.

"Okay y'all, we're in Jacksonville." The driver announces, pulling into the lot. "Good luck tonight."

"Thanks, George." Maggie slurs out, grabbing Morgan's arm to keep herself steady on her bare feet.

"It's Tommy." Michael snickers, filing off the bus behind the rest of the crew. Maggie leaps onto Morgan's back so he carries her to the venue.

"Morgan." She whispers loudly, her voice echoing off the walls of the room. "Psst."

"What?"

"I'm hungry." She runs her hand from her chest down to her belly. "And I'm horny."

"Caleigh's gettin us some lunch, baby." He smirks.

"That solves one problem." Maggie bites her lip as she gives him a once over. "Hey, Dean." She turns to the guy messing with the guitars. "Can y'all start with Michael for soundcheck? We'll- uh- be back." She grips her boyfriends hand and drags him to the bathroom for a quickie.

=

"Hey y'all!" Maggie chirps into the mic as she slings her favorite acoustic guitar off her shoulder and hands it to Dean before she sits her blue jean clad ass down on the piano bench, she's still kinda drunk but more sober than before. "Jacksonville, Florida." She hums, looking around at the crowd with that pretty smile of hers. "Thanks for havin' us here tonight."

The audience cheers in response.

"Anyway, this next song is one that I've worked on for a while. It's different than what I've written before but it came from a special place in my heart about a special person in my life." She blushes, glancing off to the wings at Morgan who is already grinning back at her. "This is I'll Follow You." Maggie licks her lips as she starts playing a couple chords.

"If I could find assurance to leave you behind, I know my better half would fade and all my doubts is a staircase for you opened out of this base. The first step is the one you believe in, the second one might be profound,

I'll follow you down to the eye of the storm, don't worry I'll keep you warm. I'll follow you down while we're passing through space, I don't care if we fall from grace, I'll follow you down..."

Morgan's actually choked up, he actually wipes away a stray tear. He's so beyond in love with this woman that his heart can barely take it.

"I'll follow you down to where forever lies, without a doubt I'm on your side. There's no where else I'd rather be. I'm not about to compromise, give you up to say goodbye. I've got you through the deep, I'll keep you close to me..."

After she repeats the hook, she takes a deep breath to calm her emotions. She stands, her cowboy boots thumping against the wooden floor of the stage as she picks up her guitar and stands at the mic stand. She gives Morgan a wink before she kicks into her next song.

"I've seen pick up lines and dive bars strangers slow dance. I've seen happy hour two-for-ones turn to one night stands. I've seen neon rebounds and late night drunk dials.

I've seen that Cinderella fairytale go up in cigarette smoke. I've seen two hearts bet it all and still end up broke. The real thing won't be easy, yeah, it might take a while.

But I want that all in, fallin', keep that fire burnin' like that first time feeling. No matter what if I'm gonna love, I'm gonna love somebody like that, kinda heart, open arms, says forever and will never take it back. If I'm gonna love, I'm gonna love somebody like that..."

Soon, her set ends and she bounces backstage, immediately greeted with open arms from Morgan. He lifts her off her feet, smiling against her cheek. "Your songs were beautiful, baby."

"Thanks." She laughs, her arms still tight around him after her feet are flat on the floor. Maggie slides her hands to the side of his face, kissing him sweetly. "I love you."

He bumps her nose with his, that goofy grin of his on his pretty lips. "I love you too."