Dylan smiled, trying to move on from the awkward subject of his mother walking in on them. "Thats good..." he hummed softly. "I wish we still lived together..." he sighed.

"It's just until you graduate, baby." She stated.

"Thats four years from now," he groaned. "And if you're going to college, that'll be six years from now"

"Uh, about that... I plan on going to the military." She responded.

"Oh..." his heart sank. "For how long?"

"I don't know, Im debating between the military and medical school." She responded.

"Okay..." he nodded. "I'll support you no matter what," he whispered, cuddling in. Medical school he could handle. At least then he could go to live with her wherever her school would be. But the military... they'd be separated for so long...

"You alright?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine,"

"Okay." She responded.