Empty Promises | MC - sequel to The Promise

Michael's POV

     "Happy birthday dad!" I hear a scream beside my bed, and I jolt up to see Mason standing there with a plate in his hand. I involuntary yawn.

     "Thanks Mason," I smile, rubbing my eyes. How early did he wake me up?

     "I made you some cooked bread. It might be a little too cooked," he sets a plate of burnt toast on my lap, trying to climb onto the bed next to me. I lean over and pick him up. He sits next to me.

     "That's alright. It's the thought that counts," I give him a hug. He giggles his little kid giggle,

     "How does your hair stay like that even after you sleep?" he laughs, and I shrug.

     "It's trained I guess. What time is it?" I ask him, taking a bite of the burnt toast.

     "Umm, Chance said it was noon I think," Mason strokes his chin. My eyes widen.

     "Noon? Shoot, I'm gong to be late. We have a ton of interviews today," I jump up. My feet bring me over to the closet.

     "You should wear your maroon sweatshirt with either your Timeless or Leveled pants," Mason suggest, taking a huge bite out of the toast before spitting it out in the trash can.

     "Good idea," I say, quickly finding that outfit and slipping it on. As soon as I'm done, I quickly run a hand through my hair and grab Mason's hand with the other. I quickly run down the stairs and right into Brady who is wearing sweatpants and a sweater.

     "Happy birthday Mike! What's the rush?" Brady asks, his hair a crazy, untamed mess.

     "We have interviews today," I respond, confused at Brady's attire.

     "No we don't. They gave us the day off," he informs me. I roll my eyes at myself.

     "Dad, there's something for you in the living room," Mason pulls on my arm, dragging me away from Brady.

     "Okay buddy. I'm following you," I laugh at his eagerness. I follow him into the living room, but there's nothing there. Suddenly, he pulls something out from behind his back.

     "I got you your own Wilson," he sets the red train in my hand. I smile.

     "Why thank you Mason. That's exactly what I wanted," I tell him. He starts to giggle. Before I can ask what he's laughing at, I feel a pair of arms wrap around me from behind.

     "Happy birthday gorgeous," a soft, delicate voice whispers in my ear, placing a soft kiss on my jawline. I quickly turn around and wrap my arms around her.

     "I'm so happy to see you," I smile, kissing her forehead. She snuggles into my chest.

     "Right back at you," she intertwines our hands.

      "How did you get here? I just talked to you yesterday, and you were in Japan," I ask what's in my mind. She softly laughs, looking up at me.

     "Well, Japan is ahead by a lot of time. I left early the morning after you called me, but it was so worth it to sit through that long plane ride," she hums, standing on her tip toes and placing her lips on mine. I missed this feeling, of her being in my arms, her being with me.

     "Thank you, for suffering several hours straight on a plane to get here," I tuck a piece of hair behind her hair, cupping her face with one of my hands.

     "It wasn't suffering if I knew I would get to see you," she says cheesily.

     "Give him the bracelet!" Mason yells, making me jump at the sudden noise. Brynn laughs and pulls something out of her pocket. She takes my hand and slips a bracelet, the bracelet she made, around my list.