╚"★"╝𝒥𝓸𝓮 𝓗𝒶𝓌𝓁𝓮𝓎╚"★"╝▌

The tour bus rattled as it sped along another endless highway. Guitars and bags of dirty laundry were piled up in the back, but right in the middle, at the front, sat Joe, cradling the baby in his lap and softly humming between verses of a half-finished song. He looked up as you entered the aisle. His eyes were tired, but sweet.
"You know?" she murmured with a slight smile . "Our little one has already been to more states than I knew before I went to college. Soon, he's going to be more famous than I am."
The baby babbled as he tugged at the drawstrings of Joe's sweatshirt. He sighed, brushed a strand of hair away from his face, and patted the seat beside him.
—"Sit down. Let's pretend this bus is home, even if it's just for five minutes."