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139-Coming Back Home

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Liam: “I love you,” Liam mumbled against your skin as he carried you bridal-style out of your hotel room. “I love you too,” you answered back as a whisper. “But I’ll love you more,” he replied, kissing your neck. “I’ll love you the most,” you murmured, kissing his luscious lips. You heard someone clear their throat, but you didn’t hear them. You two were way to busy paying attention to each other. “You’re so beautiful,” Liam said, having to set you down so he could pay. “And you are utterly attractive,” you whispered as Liam walked up and paid for your stay. “Come on beautiful,” he cooed as he wrapped his arm around you. You walked out of the hotel room and over to your white convertible. He opened the passenger side door for you. He closed it and walked around to put the luggage in the trunk. He got into the driver’s seat and pulled out of the parking lot. You were minutes away from home and couldn’t wait. You were headed home after the best couple weeks of your life. Only about a month ago, you and Liam had gotten married and you were coming back from the best honeymoon ever. When you pulled into the drive, you could hardly contain your excitement. Even though the time away was amazing, you still missed your own house, especially your comfortable bed. “We’re home,” you breathed. “And this is why I agreed to marry you,” Liam sweet-talked as he leaned in and kissed you. Liam got out and ran over to your side. He opened your door and helped you out. You giggled as he swooped you up with his muscled arms and bridal-carried you to your house. He carried you upstairs and onto your dearly missed bed. You giggled as he started to kiss your neck and slowly head to your lips. “I love you,” he mumbled again. “I love you too,” you replied as you pulled him in for another kiss.

Louis: “Home sweet home,” you sighed as you walked through the door of your house and set some of the bags down. “You’re it!” yelled your 7 year old son, Tommy, as he ran into the house. “I’m gonna get you!” your other son, Lucas, screamed back, chasing after his twin brother. “They really remind me of someone,” you claimed as you went back out to the car to help Louis grab the rest of the luggage. “You couldn’t possibly mean me, could you?” Louis teased as you closed the trunk. “As a matter of fact, I do,” you said smugly as you walked through the door. “Tommy! Lucas! Come get your stuff!” Louis called through the house as you set down the boys’ bags. Within seconds, the two boys came running downstairs and grabbed their bags. They ran back up to their room and probably started playing tag again. “We’re home,” Louis said kissing your cheek. You smiled as you grabbed the bags and headed towards your shared room. “Man, was Disney Land wild!” Louis exclaimed as he started to unpack. “It was fun though. You have to at least give it that,” you said. “I never said it wasn’t fun,” Louis retaliated. You smiled and started unpacking your own things. Your head snapped up as you heard a large crash. You looked at Louis then both ran towards the sound of the clatter. “Is everyone alright?” you called, your maternal instincts kicking in. “Yeah,” you heard Tommy call back. You were slightly relieved that no one was hurt. When you reached downstairs where the boys were, you were standing their slack-jawed. You had thought that they had broken a vase of something, but it was much more important than that. “What happ—?” Louis asked, then stopped short when he saw what was broken. “You broke my Moon Man?” Louis asked, half-astonished and half in disbelief. “Sorry daddy,” Lucas whispered, afraid to speak any louder. “You’re just lucky that I have plenty of those,” he scolded. “Now go to your room and unpack, since I’m pretty sure you haven’t done that yet,” Louis said as they quickly left the room. “You’re not mad?” you asked, sure that he would at least punish them. “It could’ve been a lot worse,” he said picking up the pieces and laying them on the shelf. “Come on,” Louis said as he wrapped his arm around you, “let’s make sure they’re unpacking.”