*McKenzie's POV*

I walk into my bedroom, and look at Chris outside. I change into a pair of short shorts and a Deadpool tank top. I put my hair up in a messy ponytail and clean off my makeup. I go outside and hug him.

"Hey." I say, and let go of him to stand next to him.

"Hey pretty lady." He says, and gives me a hug. He lets go, and I look at him.

"So, uh, sorry about my mom." I say, and look down. He laughs.

"It's fine. It's pretty late..." I look at my watch and curse.

"I was planning to be up there at 8... Fuck my life!" He laughs and goes to the bathroom with his clothes. I curl up in bed, and he joins me. I throw my legs over his stomach, and inch a little higher, so that way I'm looking down at him.

He holds my legs and looks up at me.

"So.... Pillow talk?" He asks, and laughs. I roll my eyes and reach to turn off my side lamp, and it goes completely dark, except for the lights of New York City. I feel myself drifting off to sleep, and I don't fight it.

*The Next Morning*

I wake up upside down, my hair hanging off the bed. I prop myself up on my elbows and groan. Chris comes out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his waist. I throw a pillow at him.

"Slave come here." I groan, and flop back onto the bed. I cover my eyes and yawn.

"Yes?" I open my eyes to see his face hovering over mine, and nearly jump.

"Go get me a cup of orange juice please. And a couple donuts." I mumble, and he laughs. His face leaves, and I can hear him getting dressed and leave. I get up and run across the bed and into the shower.

I turn on the water, and wash myself off. I get out and sneak into the closet and grab my newspaper leggings, my black long sleeve with a lipstick lips on it, and slip my maroon Converse on. I go find my glasses, and watch from Dad and put them on, and readjust my necklace from Chris.

I start to put some books in my bag, and my iPad, when Chris comes in with my donuts and juice. I tie my hair up in a messy bun and start eating.

"Damn, you clean up quick." I smile.

"You're looking at the track star of my high school, and a fast dresser because I always woke up late." I stuff the rest of the donut in my mouth, and he laughs at me. I put the plate on the side table and almost chug my juice.

"So, your sister and brother in law left." I playfully push his chest.

"We've been together for two days. Chill tiger." He puts his hand over his heart.

"My poor feelings. They're crying."

"They'll get over it. I'm sure." I tuck my phone into my bag pocket, and we go to the truck and drive to the hospital. Chris knocks on the door, and my mother looks at me shocked.

"About time." I squeeze by, and my sister looks up at me.

"Why is mom here?" I mouth. My phone goes off, and I grab it quickly and turn off the noise. I look at the text.

Kray <3: Beats me. She showed up before I did. Which means she's in one of her moods. Keep Chris away from her.

I look for Chris.

Me: FML. She already nabbed him.

Kray <3: I see. We may already be screwed.

I walk outside, to see my mother ranting. I come up to the corner.

"What the fuck do you think I mean?!" She asks. Well. Yells.

"I don't know. All I know is that I love your daughter and I shouldn't be here talking to you." Awe, he stood up to my mom. I think I just fell in love with him.

"Is this how you treat your mother?" She snarls. Damn Mom

"No. Because my mother acts like a lady instead of a ranting She-Hulk on steroids." Oooo get her Chris. I walk away, and slip back into his room.

"What's happening?" Kray asks.

"She's yelling at him, and him at her. He called her a She-Hulk on steroids. It was priceless." I laugh as I plop onto an empty chair. Chris comes in, and looks at me.

He comes over, picks me up, and sits down before putting me on his lap. My sister 'awes' over it, and I roll my eyes. I look at him, and find him asleep. He hugs my waist and doesn't move. I'm stuck. Kraya tosses my phone, and I go to my camera, and take a picture of me poking his face. I post it to Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram with the caption: McKenzie Alister - at the hospital with this meatball. 😂❤ #hesasleep #notabouttowakehim

My sister is the first to like it, and I laugh. I go onto Snapchat and hit record. I put my finger to my lips and then poke him again. He never moves. I add it to my story, and then put my phone up.

"Mm, mornin' girls." Dad says, and we chirp good morning to him. Dad looks at Chris and I, and he laughs.

"Mom already chewed at him. Both to be exact." She points to her sleeping husband, and I laugh.

"Your mother was here?" He almost panics. I nod.

"I guess she left when Chris was done chewing her out for being a bad parent." I look at him, and kiss his cheek. He stirs, and lets go of me.

"Sis, go take him home. You guys can come back." I nod, and grab our stuff and let him use me as a crutch to walk to the truck. And good God, he is heavy. I finally get him to the truck without any scratches on him. I drive to her house, and it takes about twenty minutes to get him into bed. He opens his eyes, and I groan.

"You couldn't have done that an hour ago?" He laughs as I kick off my Converse and lay next to him. He hugs me, and lays his head on my shoulder before he falls asleep again.

Then I fall asleep too.