The implications of Dale's words don't hit till the next morning when I wake up all alone on my cold bed, thinking about the future is quite overwhelming and I've proved my innate ability to run from things often enough.
A careful knock raps on the door and I smile a little. "Hayden? Baby? Can I come in?" My mom asks gently.
"Yeah." I assure her, sitting up.
It's the first time Dale has gone before I am awake but he was probably in a hurry and didn't want to wake me up.
"Are you sure?" She asks doubtfully.
"Yes, mom." I say dryly, rolling my eyes.
"Good morning, baby!" She greets cheerfully, flinging open the door.
"Morning, mom." I smile at at. "Someone looks excited today, sleep well?"
"I did." She comes over to ruffle my hair. "You look like you did too."
"I guess." I say non-committally, inflating my cheeks with air.
She settles down on the bed beside me. "What's wrong?"
