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Morty sobbed, her back pressed uncomfortably to a locker. Her cries were muffled by a big, sweaty hand against her mouth. The way he held her left Morty grabbing at him, holding his wrist and shoulder with her legs pressed open around his frame. Thick fingers were buried inside her body, leaving her with a sense of disgust and pain.His breath was hot, murmuring words Morty refused to process. She was naked from the waist down, one shoe having fallen off in their altercation. The left side of her face throbbed from his earlier slap and she had blood spilling out of a gash on her right temple from hitting the locker she was pinned to.The earlier assault had briefly knocked her unconscious, it allowed him to get her half-naked and where he wanted. She was trying to think about anything else other than the horrible stretch between her thighs, how his fingers moved without care or reason aside from his attempt at pleasuring her.Morty could feel herself disconnecting, her mind trying to protect her from the violation of her body when there was a loud bang from the locker room door opening. He dropped her with little care, scrambling for the exit on the opposite side of the room. She fell with a yelp, the echoing of laughter turning into concerned words.She closed her legs, body shaking as shame colored her face a darker shade of pink. Two football players came around the corner, the taller of the two shoving the other back around the corner. “Get coach and the principle. Now!”Morty recognized him as Brad Jennings, he was nice to her the few times they spoke and seemed to be holding that title as he ordered the team out of the locker room. It was quiet aside from her little sobs that she attempted to silence behind her hands. He came over and shrugged off his letterman to cover her exposed form.“Hey, hey, it isn’t your fault, okay?” Morty shook her head, hiccuping as she peeked at him through large, globby tears. “You didn’t ask for this, Morty. It isn’t your fault.” Morty was grateful he didn’t touch her, instead, he stayed beside her and spoke softly in a vain attempt to comfort her.The brunette was too upset to be surprised he knew her name, her thoughts were clouded with one resounding thought. She took a shuddering breath before stammering out her request. “C-Can I-I— bor-borrow your ph-phone?”“My phone?” Even confused, he pulled the device from his pocket and unlocked it for her.“I-I need t-to c-call–” She didn’t finish, taking the phone, and nearly dropped it as her hands shook and she dialed Rick’s number.It rang twice before Rick answered, his voice a low, annoyed hum. “Who the hell is this?”“Gr— Grandpa, c-can–” Morty wanted to throw up as her mind raced. She hadn’t thought ahead to her lack of clothing, to where she was or how immediate his assessment would be of the situation. All she knew was that she wanted him, needed him to hold her and reassure her, but she also loathed the thought of him knowing what happened.“Baby?” The line went dead when she didn’t respond quickly enough, a portal opened and Rick stepped into the locker room. She felt relief at seeing him, knowing it would be okay the second he bent down and touched her. It didn’t matter where as long as he did, Morty knew she’d be safe.Rick’s glare turned to Brad who hadn’t considered what being alone with Morty would look like. He stumbled over some words, moving away from the brunette as Rick nearly closed in on him. “R-Rick, n-no.” Her voice was small, but it was enough to carry through the haze of his anger.He turned instead, letting himself sink to the floor and cradle Morty’s face. His icy gaze roamed over her bloody temple and swollen cheek, his other hand lightly touching her bent knee over the letterman.Morty hiccuped, her small hands curling around the lapels of his coat. Fresh tears bubbled up, her body shaking as she cried against his chest. “Oh, baby.” He had no more words, his lips pressing to her forehead. “Lemme take you to the lab, okay?”She nodded, reluctantly releasing her hold on him as he removed his lab coat. He replaced the letterman with it and wrapped it around her lower half. She was covered when he scooped her off the floor, glancing over his shoulder at the football player. “You keep this to yourself, kid.”Another portal opened and they were gone, leaving Brad feeling utterly conflicted.*Morty’s hands were fisted in his sweater, her face pressed in against his shoulder as he carried her through the sub-lab to the secluded bedroom and bathroom. He sat on the edge of the tub with Morty in his lap to get the water going. He stroked her hair and shushed her gently, pressing another kiss to her forehead.“Tell me what happened.” Her head shook as she pleaded quietly. “D-Don’t ma— make me. Pl-Please.”“I need to know, baby. I’m going to murder that little fucker, all you gotta do is tell grandpa what happened.”Morty sniffled, tilting her head so she could take in some fresh air. Everything smelled like Rick, the subtle scent of grease and his piney cologne mingling. She desperately wanted to sink into him and stay there until she died. It was the only place Morty felt like she’d ever be safe again.“Tell grandpa, baby. Let me take care of everything.” He was petting her curls, the arm around her frame having his palm on her thigh. His thumb rolled over the flesh there, his touch soothing Morty into compliance despite her hesitation.“C-C-Carl Fin-Finnigan— he, he…” Morty stammered through what happened, how he cornered her in the hall as she ran late to class, the way he dragged her into the locker room and rendered her unconscious and molested her.“— H-He woul-would’ve d-done more, b-but B-B-Brad an-and the other pl-players c-came in.”“How many people saw you after he left?”“B-Brad an-and I-I don’t know w-who else.”Rick hummed knowing full well Carl’s days were numbered, hell his hours were numbered. He considered Brad, that maybe the kid found an excuse to explain Morty’s absence. He’d deal with it, figure out the best way to repair the situation.“Let’s get you in the tub, baby.” It took some coaxing before she finally released his sweater and allowed him to peel her out of her t-shirt. He unhooked her bra and tossed it to the floor, he noticed a light speckling of bruises across the swell of her breasts. It took all of his self-restraint to return to the task at hand and unwrap his coat from her lower body.Morty hadn’t even noticed she’d lost a shoe until Rick slid the single sneaker off along with both her socks. He nudged her carefully, blue orbs on her back as he noticed another bruise from the locker dial on her shoulder blade. Rick knew he could fix it, he could repair the physical damage but the mental strain was far more delicate.His girl settled fully into the water, her body so small in comparison to the garden tub. He brushed her curls back, the chocolate ringlets near her face having a bit of blood caking them together. “I’m gonna let you soak for a bit, but I’ll be in the next room.”Morty grabbed his hand, pausing his retreat. “Will– C-Can you g-get i-in?”“You’re sure, baby?” She nodded, moving herself carefully to the front of the tub. She hugged her knees to her chest, hazel gaze intent as she watched him strip out of his clothes. He climbed in behind her, hands gentle as he tugged her to himself. Morty leaned back into his chest, her curls tickling his chin.His fingers laced, settling over her belly. She splashed water on her face and pushed away the sensations that threatened to make her hyperventilate.Morty turned her attention to Rick instead. She touched his arms, then his legs until finally she turned in his hold and straddled his lap. Rick watched her, waiting for her to speak or move when she cupped his face. She was staring, her thoughts messy and confused as fresh tears spilled across her cheeks.“K-Kiss me.” Her voice was almost a whisper, quiet and hesitant. Rick considered questioning her, but he knew in the end the why didn’t matter so much as her needs being met.Rick pulled her forward, holding her carefully to press his mouth to hers. He looked at her through hooded eyes, watching the way her face relaxed and she tilted her head to deepen it. Morty lapped lightly at his lower lip, his mouth parting to allow her to lead. Their tongues tangled as she pressed forward, their chests meeting in a feather-light caress.Her hands held his shoulders when she slowly pulled away from the kiss. She tucked her face away, hiding against his throat as a little sigh left her. “You— Do y-you still w-want m-me?”Rick brushed his hand down her back as his fingers pressed against the base of her spine in firm circles. She sighed again, some of the tension bleeding out of her muscles. “I’ll always want you, Morty. You’re mine, completely and entirely mine and that’s why that kid is gonna suffer. He’ll pay for what he did to you, baby, I promise.”Morty thought the shiver that went through her body should have been fear, maybe even anxiety at the mention of Rick killing someone for her. Instead, she was excited at Rick’s claim of her and the promise of retribution on her behalf.But that was something she liked about Rick, that he was a man in control of his life, that people wouldn’t get away with abusing what he deemed his.“I l-love y-you.” Rick slipped his dripping hand under her curls to cradle the nape of her neck. His thumb rolled along the underside of her jaw as it filled her body with warmth and hinted at her safety. Rick wasn’t the nicest guy, but he was soft on her, sweet when she needed and even when she didn’t but he felt like it.“I love you, baby, more than you’ll ever know.”But Morty did know, because somehow a guy who was beyond intelligent, who traveled through space and dimensions, a guy who would beat someone to death with his bare hands still held her with such tenderness. He wasn’t perfect, but he was hers and that’s all she needed.*
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Morty didn’t go to school that Friday, in truth she didn’t think she ever wanted to go back. She’d lost her backpack and phone, Rick had promised to replace them over the weekend but had to take care of some things that afternoon. The family was home which made Morty push aside all the thoughts that were plaguing her at night.She was coming downstairs to watch T.V. when there was a knock at the door. Morty went to answer it and was surprised to find Brad on her stoop. He smiled awkwardly, his backpack slung over his shoulder. “Hi, Morty.”“Oh– uhm, h-hi. Sh-Shouldn’t you— you be in s-school?” Morty bit her inner cheek, attempting to calm her nerves.“It’s four o’clock, school’s out. I was hoping we could talk for a minute.”“Oh, right.” Morty glanced behind herself as she heard Beth moving around the kitchen and Jerry arguing with the TV. She gestured for Brad to step aside and closed the door behind herself. She waved him forward to follow her into the open garage around the corner.Brad glanced around the garage, muttering about the space. “This is pretty cool.”Morty almost smiled, brushing her curls away from her face. “It’s my grandpa’s stuff.”The football player took another look around, leaning in to speak quietly. “Is he around?”“Oh, no. He’s off taking care— c-care of some business.” Morty had a good idea what that business was, but she wasn’t about to share that.“Okay, good. Your grandpa scared the shit out of me when he came to the school.” Morty didn’t realize then that Brad meant he’d met with Rick earlier that day, but it wasn’t too important in the moment for him to share.Morty swallowed around the thickness in her throat, hazel eyes meeting his. “S-So uhm– I don’t want to be rude, but why are you here?”“Well, I wanted to check on you, but I also have something for you.”Morty watched Brad bring his bag forward and unzip it. He tugged her small, galaxy-printed backpack out and offered it to her. She closed the small space between them to take it, finding her phone was still in the side pocket. “Th-Thank you.”“You’re welcome. I do… I have one more thing that— well, I don’t even know if you want back.”Brad pulled out a zip-lock bag, inside were her folded jeans and underwear. Her missing sneaker was there too, along with a rolled-up white rag tinted pink and red with blood. Morty accepted the bag, though she laid it on Rick’s work table and pushed it a bit away.“I– well, I cleaned things up and found your stuff on the other side of the locker room.” Morty felt herself flush, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. “W-Why wo-would you–”“Your grandpa said to keep it to myself. Pretty sure that meant he didn’t want anyone knowing you were there.”“B-But you— the coach an-and the pl-players?” Morty couldn’t form her thought into a full sentence, she was too surprised Brad put in the effort to conceal what happened to her.“I told them the truth, that a girl had been hurt and was in the locker room, but I lied and said she left on her own. I gave a bogus description and told Tommy to keep what he saw between us. So they’re looking for someone that doesn’t exist.” Brad shrugged casually like he hadn’t done her a huge favor.Morty decided then that if she wasn’t so madly in love with Rick, she could probably fall for Brad. She hiccuped against her palm and placed her backpack on the table. Morty hugged him, letting herself cry against Brad’s chest as the football player held her carefully. “Th-Thanks, f-for everything.”Brad patted her back lightly, about to speak when a portal opened and Rick stepped through. Morty would have laughed at how quickly Brad stepped back if she hadn’t seen the scowl already on Rick’s face. She went to him, hand on his torso to pause his stride.“Brad found m-my backpack… b-brought m-my clothes. He’s m-my friend.” Rick hummed, letting some of his anger seep away. He cupped Morty’s face and wiped her tears before looking at Brad. “Thanks, kid. I appreciate you taking care of my granddaughter.”Brad nodded, zipping up his backpack and shrugging it over his shoulder. He watched Morty press herself under Rick’s arm, his hand on her back. She smiled warmly at Brad, the football player taking a tentative step back towards the exit.“I’m glad I could help. I’ll see you at school, Morty.” Brad decided Morty was lucky to have someone who cared so much for her. He thought whoever hurt the brunette was a dead man and that would be another secret he’d be taking to the grave.Rick glared at Brad’s retreating form, Morty pressing her face to his sweater. “He’s a nice guy, Rick.”“Mhm.”“Pretty sure he’s gay, too.” That seemed to make Rick relax, a little huff escaping the brunette.*
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It had been eight days since the assault and every night led Morty to Rick. The first night she found him in the garage, but every night after that he’d left his bedroom door cracked. The light of his lamp spilled into the hall as an invitation to the brunette. She’d had nightmares, replaying that horrible event over and over again in a never-ending loop. And Rick had been patient, he’d been kind, and he’d soothed her until sleep managed to find her again.Morty knew Rick didn't mind, he wanted her to come to him when she needed something, anything even if it was just him tucking her into his chest and holding her until she managed to fall back asleep.But it had been a week since Morty had sex. From the start of their relationship, Rick and Morty had sex almost daily. It left her feeling inadequate like some part of her had been broken. There was no pressure on Rick’s part but Morty suddenly felt like she would become unglued if Rick didn't touch her, all thanks to her mind playing tricks.The nightmares had turned into erotic images of Morty in the locker room with Rick fondling her and fucking her as she sobbed and pleaded for more. It was enough to leave her panties soaked and sticking to her skin, all the while she felt aroused and disgusted while Rick cradled her in the early hours of the morning.She couldn’t take it anymore, so Morty went to Rick to confess her sick little dreams and hoped Rick wouldn’t be as disgusted with Morty as she was with herself.It was after dinner, late but not enough that she'd gone to bed yet. Morty shut the door to the garage quietly, standing there fidgeting in her PJ’s before she approached Rick working at his desk.“Hey, Morty. You alright?”“Not really.” She crossed her arms to stop her twitching, Rick setting down a tool to turn his attention to the brunette. “Wanna talk?”“Y-Yeah.” Morty shook her head as Rick gestured her to himself. She wouldn’t look at him after that, only moving once he patted her normal rolley stool. “C'mon, then.”She crossed her legs, a horrible knot in the pit of her belly as she sat down. “I've been having b-bad dreams… about wh-what h-happened.”“I know, baby.” Morty glanced at him, seeing that he was facing her with his palms on his knees as if he was holding himself back.“The uhm– l-last f-few nights I've–” she swallowed the thickness in her throat, cheeks darkening in shame. “It, it h-hasn’t just– just been a-about h-him.”Rick gave her a moment, watching her shoulders shake and the way her hands covered her face. “Baby, is this about the…” he paused, unsure of another way to state the obvious.“Is this about the wet dreams?”Morty was so embarrassed and ashamed, tears pricked her eyes and she thought she might throw up but she nodded slowly, if only to avoid having to verbalize it. It was almost worse that he was aware of them, but of course he was. He knew everything.“It’s okay, baby. Your mind is trying to process things.”“N-No, its– s-sick that I-I’m d-dreaming of y-you in— in the l-locker room.”Rick stood from his chair, sinking down on one knee in front of her. “It isn’t sick, your mind would rather replace the trauma with something it knows would feel good. I know you'd rather I was touching you than anyone else, right?” Rick uncrossed Morty’s legs, leaning down to kiss her knees.“Y-Yes, I-I'd rather– I-I just want y-you.”It felt like a confession, an admission of her need for more and who was Rick to deny her?“All you want is to feel better, to let that moment become a forgotten memory.” His little brunette nodded, big hazel eyes watching his hands move up from her calves to squeeze her thighs.“You want grandpa to take care of you?”Rick felt her thighs squeeze together, his girl nodding again.“Y-Yes, yes.”As he reached for her, Morty slid into his lap. One strong arm slid under her behind, the other cupping her cheek to tilt her head back. “You’ll be grandpa’s good girl?”Morty whimpered as his thumb swiped across her lower lip, her hands holding his shoulders. “Yes, I-I’ll b-be good.”Rick leaned down to kiss her, taking his time to taste her and letting his tongue explore the cavern of her mouth. His hand ghosted down to wrap around her small neck, Morty’s desperate whine vibrating against his palm.When Rick pulled away, Morty’s eyes were wet and hooded. She licked their saliva from her lips, his sweet girl leaning into his hold on her throat.Rick released her neck to grab his portal gun. He set their destination and carried her through. The sound of the portal closing echoed and seemed to be what made Morty aware of where they were. Her body tensed, lips parting in a ragged gasp. “R-Rick?”Her hold on him became a push, she tried to wiggle free but Rick pinned her between himself and a locker. He was careful, ensuring her back was flat against the cool metal.“Morty, breath baby, just breath.”“I d-don’t wan– c-can’t b-be here.” Morty looked so upset, tears bubbling up and spilling across her cheeks. Rick almost changed his mind, nearly took her home and thought about apologizing but he knew it would help even if it frightened her or was uncomfortable to start.He cupped her carefully through her shorts, his girl gasping and arching toward his hand. “You said you'd be a good girl, baby.”“I-I-I–”Rick pressed his thumb upward to nudge her clit through the thin layers that separated them. Her moan of his name nearly made him smile despite her discomfort. “You said you wanted me to take care of you. Is that still what you want?”Morty met his steady gaze, a look of desire and uncertainty leaving her confused. “N-Not h-here, grandpa, pl-please.”Rick kissed her throat, listening to her shuddering breaths. “You said you’ve been dreaming about me here, baby. Won’t you let me help you? It’ll be okay, it’s just the two of us.”Morty felt conflicted, maybe something beyond conflicted, as Rick touched her slowly and attempted to convince her. She could feel how tense her body was, her eyes roaming around the empty locker room dimly illuminated by the flood lights. It felt quieter and safer than she remembered. Or maybe that was because she was there with Rick.As her fingers dug into his coat, she realized she was clinging to him, pulling him in despite her fear and hesitation. She knew she would always be safe with him even if he pushed her limits.Rick kissed her jaw, then her temple where her bloody gash had been. Finally, his mouth pressed to her ear, the heat of his words fanning her skin. “You have your safe word, you can use it and I’ll take you home.”Morty’s head fell back as he created a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her neck and collarbone. “Or you can let grandpa take care of his girl and make her feel so fucking good.”Rick gave her an out, a way to leave the situation he’d brought her into if it really was too much, but he hoped she’d let him replace the trauma with something good, something she would want to remember.“O-Okay.” It was all she could give, her back arched in an offering as he kissed the swell of her breast. He pulled her thin top off, then her bralette to leave her chest exposed. Rick lapped at her pebbled nipples, stuffing his hand into her shorts to find Morty soaked. His fingers slid in easily, her clit swelling against his thumb as he teased her.Morty held the back of his neck, her moans echoing around them as he coaxed pleasure from her body. Her nails dug into his shoulder, hips pressing forward as he added a third finger. She felt tight, even as his fingers twisted and rocked within her walls. His thumb rolled over her clit again, her walls tightening around his long digits. “Gr-Grandpa, pl-please, please.”Rick knew she would come if he continued so he pulled his fingers free without warning. Her little cry with her hips bucking forward nearly made him change his mind, but his cock was strained in his slacks and he needed to be inside of her.“Open your pretty mouth, baby.” She obeyed even as tears of frustration pricked the corners of her eyes. Rick’s fingers slipped between her lips, the brunette sucking his long digits clean as he ground his tented length between her thighs. She whimpered around his fingers, grateful when he set her down and pulled his slick digits free.Rick hooked his thumb into her shorts, pushing them down with her panties to leave her completely bare. He hadn’t seen her like this for a week, the sight welcomed even as she shook and hastily unbuckled his belt. Rick didn’t let her do much else, pulling her small frame back into his arms and pressing her to the locker. She whined from the cold, but as he nipped along her shoulder and neck, the discomfort was quickly forgotten.“Tell grandpa what your safe word is.” His tongue circled her earlobe, teeth teasing the sensitive skin. “I-it’s re—red light.” Her stammer was so fucking cute, small hands palming down his sweater-clad chest.“Good girl.” Rick unzipped his slacks to pull his cock out. He could feel the head leaking as he stroked himself. Morty watched, gasping as he rocked himself against her sex. “Pl-Please, g-grandpa.”“You’re doing so well, Morty. I need you to understand when I finally stuff my cock into your pretty little pussy, I’m reclaiming what was taken from me.” Rick was furious with that boy for what he’d done, more so that it affected Morty in a way he couldn’t repair with a shot or a few reassuring words. She’d been hurting for days, suffering in a way he had to let her process on her own.“F-From you?” Morty felt confused, what had happened, it happened to Morty. Rick stilled himself, cradling her face and pressing his forehead to hers.“I couldn’t do anything to protect you, baby, it killed me to see you so shaken and scared every night. But this act is the first step, the first moment where you are completely mine all over again. You understand?”And Morty did because she’d felt incomplete without Rick’s hands on her body. Sex wasn’t everything but the intimacy of him above her was something Morty had missed, she needed him, wanted him in a way she was afraid she couldn’t after what happened.“Y-Yes, I-I und—” Rick kissed her, tasting her essence as he swallowed down her words and moaned all while he rocked his length against her labia. Morty could do little more than hold onto him, let him touch and taste her in every way he wanted. When he finally came up for air, both panting, Morty was the one reaching for him and guiding the head of his cock into her slick heat.“G-Grandpa, oh—” His invasion slowed, taking his time to let their bodies meet. It reminded him of their first night, when he’d taken her virginity and she’d whined and gasped just like she was now. Morty’s head tilted back against the locker, the column of her throat begging for his attention.“Fuck, Morty, you’re so beautiful.” Morty felt flush, so warm and needy as he rocked back out of her cunt. She almost begged, cried, pleaded with him to return but then he was, he was setting a pace that left her gasping. Her nails bit into his side, thumb pressed firmly against the side of his neck. Her hold would bruise, leave a mark that reminded Rick for days that he was just as much hers as she was his.“You love this, don’t you? Grandpa’s cock hilt deep inside of your pussy?”“Y-Yes, yes, I-I l-love it.” Morty felt herself aching, she was stretched to her limit and desperate for more as Rick fucked her into oblivion. It was heaven just as much as it was hell. She needed to come, knew he was the only one who could make her. He was the only one she wanted.His hand circled her throat again, their faces close, sharing the same heavy breaths as his strokes became harsh and short. Her legs squeezed around his hips, her face tilted up as he ravished her mouth. This was Morty’s favorite part when Rick was in complete control and the only thing Morty could do was submit and beg for her release.“You wanna come, baby?” His lips brushed hers as he spoke, her little whine high as she begged. “Pl-Please, gra-grandpa, let me, l-let me.”“Wait for me, Morty, come with grandpa, baby.” His fingers slid from her neck to cradle the back of her head, fingers tangled in her curls as he bit her shoulder. Morty struggled, holding off her pleasure as the sharp, wet slap of their bodies mingled with their desperate cries.Rick thought he’d never loved her more, never appreciated her desire to obey him more than that moment when all she wanted was to come, to feel pleasure and sparks shooting across her skin. But she didn’t let herself have it until he growled against her ear, “Let go.” and she did with a cry of his name, her heels digging into his low back to keep him close as he filled her body.He rutted into her as he came, feeling their essence slipping from her body. Rick had abstained from any sort of release the entire seven days they were apart, instead focusing his time on Morty’s needs. It was evident by the mess he made of her that it had been a while.Morty’s body felt amazing, she thought she was on cloud nine as little aftershocks tingled just below the surface. It dawned on her that she hadn’t thought about him the entire time she was with Rick and maybe she wouldn’t again.Rick’s arm slipped around her back, pulling her up as he came free from her body. Morty shivered as a sticky heat trickled down her thighs. “You were so good, baby.” He kissed her cheek, then her temple, tongue dragging across his lips to taste the salt of her skin. She somehow flushed even deeper from his praise, pretty hazel eyes on his.“I-I love you, g-grandpa.”“I love you, baby, so fucking much.” Morty smiled, almost shyly as Rick bent to grab her fallen clothes. He did a quick wipe of the floor with her shorts where there was evidence of their consummation. It wasn’t perfect, but he figured it was enough. Morty swallowed thickly, a distant thought of the football players knowing what had taken place.But she pushed it from her mind, her arms hooked around Rick’s neck as he carried her back through a portal.*After a shower, Rick had Morty join him in their bed, the one in the sub-lab they liked the best. He stretched out on his back, Morty crawling over him to snuggle into his chest. He carded his fingers through her curls and listened to her breathing even out.Surrounded by Rick’s pine and cider scent, Morty drifted off into a sweet dream.
Rick held her hand, pulling her into his arms. He smiled at her, lips crooked and filling her with warmth. Morty felt her eyes fall closed, Rick cradling her jaw as he whispered against her ear.
“I love you, Morty. Let grandpa give you everything, all you have to do is stay with me.”
In the morning, Morty came awake slowly, Dream Rick’s words echoing in her mind. It left her smiling, cheek nuzzling to Rick’s chest.“I love you, too, grandpa.”Rick hummed, a soft, somewhat confused smile pulled across his lips.