KC walked into the kitchen, on her phone.
"Aaron, please just call me back," she said. "I'm not mad at you. I just want to know you're okay. I love you."
Farkle walked into the kitchen.
"Still no word from him?" He asked his wife.
"No," she said. "How are Brooklyn and Cairistiona doing?"
"They're fast asleep," he told her.
"He's seventeen," she said. "He was supposed to be home by ten."
"I know you're worried about him," he comforted the brunette, placing his hands on and rubbing her shoulders.
"He's always been my everything," KC said. "What if something's happened to him?"
"Don't think like that," Farkle said. "I'm sure he's okay."
"It feels like he's letting go," she expressed her fears to her husband. "This is the latest he's been late. I don't want to let him go."
"KC, come to bed," he pleaded with his wife.
"No, not until he's home," she said.
Knowing he couldn't convince her otherwise; he left the kitchen.
She walked into the living room and dialed her son's number again.
"Please answer, Aaron," she begged.
They got him special hearing aids that could connect to his phone so he could hear his phone better. He regained part of his hearing a few years ago, but still needed hearing aids.
The phone went to voicemail.
"Aaron," she said, gaining tears in her eyes, "please call me. Come home. I can't sleep until you're home, and I won't. Please let me know you're okay. I love you."
She hung up.
She sat on the couch. She bowed her head.
"Please Lord," she prayed. "Let him at least call me. I can't live without him. Please bring him home."
She stayed there, on the couch for another half hour. She dialed his number again. It was now after one in the morning. It went to voicemail again after a few rings.
"Just know that no matter what you do, I will love you either way," she said. "I can't live without you. I need to hear your voice. Please call me back. I love you."
Aaron woke up in his friend, Jason's house. He had a sore shoulder and realized he had a busted lip and a sore jaw. He had gotten in an argument with Jason's other friend, which turned into a fist fight. He felt his ears and didn't feel his hearing aids, then remembered he had taken them off so they wouldn't get damaged. He grabbed them off of Jason's dresser, and put them back on. He looked at his phone and saw it was almost two in the morning. Then he saw that he had twelve missed calls from his mom. He started listening to the voicemails.
"Aaron, where are you? It's 10:30," he heard his mom's voice say.
"Aaron, you're really starting to worry me," he heard on the next.
"I know you're not my little boy anymore, but you're my everything," he heard on the third. "Your dad and I need to know you're okay. I need you to come home. I can't sleep without you home."
"I'm so worried about you," he heard her again. "Please call me. Come home. I can't lose you. I need to know you're alright."
He kept listening to the messages and got to the last one sent.
"Please don't be hurt, please don't be dead," he could now hear KC crying. "Don't leave me this way. I can't live without you."
His phone died. He hurriedly woke Jason up.
"I need you to drive me home!" He told him. "I was s'posed to be home by ten. My mom's freaking out. She needs to know I'm okay!"
Jason got up, went to the bathroom and splashed water in his face. They hurried to Jason's car and he drove Aaron home.
Aaron let himself in. KC was sitting on the couch. She immediately got up and ran to him, wrapping him in a hug. She pulled away and held his face in her hands.
"Are you okay?" She questioned him, crying. "What happened?"
"I got into a fight at Jason's place with another friend of his," he said, "and I ended up passing out. He just gave me a ride home."
"You worried the hell out of me," she told him, looking in his eyes.
"I know, I heard your messages," he told her. "I'm so sorry, mom."
They hugged each other.
"Get some sleep," KC instructed her son. "We'll talk in the morning."
"You too," Aaron answered her back. "I love you."
"I love you, too," she said, placing a kiss on his forehead.
KC locked the door. They turned off the lights on their way to their rooms.
KC got into bed.
"He's home?" Farkle asked her.
"Yes," she said. He wrapped his arms around her and she was finally able to fall asleep. Her baby was home.