I Can't Lose Him (ICDTNWY Sequel)

6.

Hey guyss. These chapters have been boring fillers and I apologize for that.

This is the last filler for awhile, I swear. I just need to get through the boring stuff to get to the interesting stuff. The ending is kinda interesting...? Idk.

Anyway, enjoy! (:

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Calum.

"Attention passengers. We will be arriving in Auckland in ten minutes. Please prepare to gather all of your belonging as we begin our descend."

I looked up, my head resting on Luke's shoulder. I lifted my head up and gently shook Luke's shoulder.

"Luke. Luke," I whispered.

"No mum. Five more minutes," Luke whined, waving his hand towards me as he slapped my face in the process.

I moved his hand away then quietly laughed.

"No Lukey. We're almost home," I told him, squeezing his shoulder.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. His blue eyes seemed dazed, but lazily excited.

"Oh...great! Paris was great, but the flight there and back hasn't been that great," Luke told me, stretching his lanky arms and legs.

"That makes two of us. But the bright side of this plane right is that we'll get to see Stefan soon," I pointed out, smiling.

"I really am looking forward to that. A week is too long to be away without seeing our son," Luke said.

I nodded.

The seatbelt symbol lit up above us. Luke and I proceeded to buckle our seat belts as the plane started to descend.

Once we actually landed, Luke, being the skyscraper he is, grabbed our suitcases and then proceeded to walk out of the place. We walked down the ramp through different turns, feeling the New Zealand whether above us.

Once we walked into the airport, we walked down the different stores and restaurants to get to the terminal my dad and Stefan were at. Reaching the right place, Luke and I looked around to see anyone that was familiar to us.

"Daddy!"

I smiled. I would know that voice anywhere. I turned around, seeing a small figure wobbling towards me and Luke while clinging onto an older man's finger.

I let the suitcase stand my itself and bent down. I held my arms out, smiling. Stefan ran into my arms as I jumped up and kissed his cheek. My dad took care of our suitcases as Luke started to gently kiss Stefan's forehead.

"Hey there little buddy. Daddy and I missed you," I told him, ruffling his hair.

"Miss...daddies," Stefan slowly said.

"We're back now Stefan. We can play now," Luke said.

"Daddy play!" He squeaked, reaching out for Luke.

I laughed, giving Stefan to Luke as I helped my dad with the suitcases. Before grabbing mine, I pulled my dad into a tight hug.

"Hey dad. How was the week watching Stefan? Did he behave?" I asked.

"It was tiring, but fun. I didn't have to go into work much because I promoted Al to be my assistant manger and head chef now. So, because of that, I had a lot of time to spend with my favorite grandson. He behaved, but his behavior is almost exactly how you were when you were a two year old. It was a déjà vu moment," My dad pointed out.