"oh, c'mon, georgie. this is what voicemail is for..." miles whined, his perfectly heart-shaped lips pulling into a pout as he tried to hold my face still while i navigated for my phone.

i couldn't help the slightly inhumane laugh that escaped my lips as his lips came in contact with the tip of my nose, the comfort spreading through me as i felt his hands playing with the tips of my hair. my hand raked through his slightly styled mess and i squeezed my eyes shut as i tried to be professional when i'd answered, the unknown number causing me to assume it was my job, "hello?"

i heard a cough and then muffled noises in the background. 'shut up, travis!' echoed through the phone as the woman began to speak. her voice was rough yet velvety, not like she smoked a pack a day but more like she'd lived with experience, "hm, hello, georgia lewis i suppose?"

"yes, may i ask who's calling?"

she seemed to hesitate for a moment, "helen teller. excuse me, georgia, may i speak to my son?"

miles?

miles.

my hand came up to push his hands away that we're inching up my sides, "miles, it's your mom?"

and thus his playful attitude was gone, replaced with a much deeper and much more raw emotion as he looked slightly taken aback, his hands limp at his sides. once he'd registered what i'd said, his brown eyes took to a darker tone as his hands curled into fists.