Morgan was sitting in the lobby with Mason and Whitney, playing cards.
"Crap," Whitney said, throwing her cards down, "Morgan wins again."
"I told you, I'm the only one that can beat her at this game," Mason said, throwing down his cards as well.
"Oooooh Morgan," Came a familiar voice, and Morgan stood up, grinning, as Mark and Allie came around the corner. Tears pooled in Whitney's eyes as she saw her son.
"Mama," Mark said, setting down the baby carrier and jogging to embrace his mother.
Aidan was on Allie's hip and he pointed at Morgan, a big smile on his little face. Morgan grinned and took the little boy from his mother, planting a big kiss on his cheek.
"How are you?" Morgan asked in a cheery voice.
"Da," Aidan said, bouncing his head up and down.
"That means good," Allie said, tossing a lock of strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder.
"Oh you're a smart one, just like your mama," Morgan said to Aidan, scratching his tummy. Allie shook her head and laughed.
"-If anything, you should thank Morgan," Mark was saying, and Morgan turned upon hearing her name.
"Morgan, you didn't have too," Whitney said, wiping away tears.
"I needed to see my new niece, and you needed to see your granddaughter," Morgan replied, shrugging.
"Oh, come here," Whitney said, throwing her arms open and hugging Morgan again. Morgan laughed, and gave her mother's cheek a kiss.
"I'm so blessed to have such wonderful children," Whitney declared, wiping away more tears.
"Aw Mama, love you too," Mark said, giving his mom a side hug.
"How's baby Katherine?" Mason asked, diverting the attention to Allie.
"She's doing good," Allie replied, glancing down at the sleeping baby, "we'll just leave her be for now, she finally fell asleep."
"Good," Mason said, leaning over and looking down at the little sleeping baby. "She's so cute."
"She certainly is, got her daddy's pretty eyes," Allie replied, grinning at her husband. "We're pretty tired after our day of travel, so we'll have to bid you good night."
"I'm feeling the same," Mason said with a groan. "Morgan walked me all over creation and I'm exhausted."
"Sure," Morgan shot back with an eye roll.
Everyone scampered off to bed, but Morgan stopped Mason outside his room.
"Hey Mason, I want to show you something," Morgan said, reaching in the pocket of her Red Bull jacket. She pulled out the note and handed it to her brother. He took it from her hand and read it.
Mason smiled, and wiped away tears.
"Every word is true, Morgan," Mason said, and he hugged his sister tightly. "I'm glad you found that."
"Which is why I'm investing in Red Bull Racing again," Morgan said after they pulled apart.
"Really?" Mason said, slightly incredulous.
"Yeah, I figured I'd go back," Morgan said, shrugging, "I want to see the races again."
"I'm glad," Mason said, smiling at his sister, "any other decisions I should know about?"
Morgan smirked.
"I'm going to get a tattoo tomorrow," Morgan replied, grinning up at her brother.
"Unbelievable," Mason said, shaking his head, "what are you getting?"
"I'm getting 'be resilient' in Dad's handwriting on my bicep," Morgan said.
"Oh that's nice, not too big," Mason said, nodding, "good night Morgan."
"Good night Mason," Morgan replied, and ducked inside her hotel room.
The next morning, Morgan left the hotel before everyone else woke up. She got her tattoo and wore the Red Bull jacket to cover it up. Returning before anyone else woke up, she sat in the lobby enjoying her breakfast.
Whitney came down the burgundy carpeted stairs, and found her daughter finishing the remains of a cinnamon roll.
"What will we do today?" Whitney asked.
"We'll go shopping, get our nails done," Morgan replied, wiping her fingers on a napkin, "and then I found a place that does go-karts."
"What about the kids?" Whitney asked, concerned.
"We'll take turns," Morgan said with a shrug, "there's enough of us to divvy out the responsibility."
Whitney nodded, realizing that Morgan had thought this out.
Mason, Mark and Allie came downstairs with Aidan on Mason's shoulders and Katherine in her carrier.
"Coffee?" Mark suggested, and Morgan grinned.
"Coffee," Morgan confirmed, and they left the hotel. Morgan had rented a minivan so everyone could fit, and out they went. When they returned that evening, the city was waking up. Neon lights illuminated boardwalks as patrons searched for something to fill their voids.
Allie put the kids to bed so they could play games and talk.
"Got your eye on a boy yet?" Mark asked Morgan, teasing his sister. He knew how picky she was, so he was surprised when she nodded slowly.
"Wait, what?" Mark asked, then looked at Whitney, "did you know about this?"
"No, I didn't," Whitney replied primly, then looked at Morgan, "what have you been keeping from me?"
"You tell them, I haven't got the fortitude," Morgan said to Mason, shaking her head.
"So remember how Morgan was attending Formula 1 races?" Mason asked the other three, and they nodded. "Well, Morgan caught feelings for one of the drivers."
"You what?" Mark asked, his mouth wide open.
"Close your mouth Mark, that's gross," Morgan replied as she leaned back in her chair.
"The worst part is, he had feelings for her too, and confessed them," Mason added, "and instead of telling him the truth, our sister lied and said she didn't feel the same."
"Are you serious?" Mark asked, leaning on the table. Morgan nodded, a look of disgust on her face.
"I'm just as disappointed as you are," Morgan said.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me about this," Whitney said, her eyes full of sadness.
"I came to Idaho to help you, not to burden you with my trivial mistakes," Morgan replied gently, "he'll move on... and so will I."
"Somehow I doubt that," Mason muttered.
"You know there's a Formula 1 race in Las Vegas this weekend right?" Mark asked. Morgan pressed her lips together.
"It completely slipped my mind," Morgan whispered.
"Wait, who was the driver?" Allie asked, her gaze intense.
"Who's in the lead for the driver's championship?" Morgan asked.
"Max Ver- oh no, Morgan, not him," Mark said, throwing his hands up.
"Who's Max Ver?" Whitney asked, her head turning between her children. She had never understood her husband's love for F1.
"It's Max Verstappen," Mark explained, "he won last year."
"Well, I suppose you could do worse," Whitney said, crossing her hands in her lap.
"Wait, so if by some small unbelievable chance we do end up dating, you're fine with it?" Morgan asked, leaning forward, her eyes staring intensely into her mothers.
"Of course, Morgan, I trust your judgement," Whitney said, "you're your own kind of woman."
Morgan sat back in her seat, slightly shocked. She had expected her mother to be stern and strict, so this was a complete surprise.
"Just because Mom's cool with it doesn't mean I am," Mason said, "he's going to have to prove himself."
"I mean, it's not like he'll ask me again," Morgan said with a shrug, "I'm not that much to look at."
"Oh Morgan, if you think he went after your looks, you should know better," Mason replied, shaking his head. Morgan nodded her agreement and laughed.
"Let's discuss something other than my non-existent love life," Morgan suggested, and Mason pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket.
They played games until midnight, then went upstairs and wished each other good night. Tomorrow was a big day.