Musical Oneshots;

Tickles [Modern!Lams!AU]

Alex's POV;

A rough day at work. More arguments, Sales percents dropping majorly, and the asshole himself, Jefferson (Along with his dog, Madison.)

I was tired, and just couldn't wait to get home to my husband and son, the greatest people in my life. God, how can't you love two adorable freckled children. Of course, one of them was actually twenty-eight years old, but still a child at heart.

My mind was racing like a NASCAR driver, skidding along the circular track, that was, until the sudden jolt of the taxi I had been in forcibly made me fly forwards, then hitting the back of the seat as I snapped back into reality. The driver groaned, then held his hand out for the money I had owed him. I slipped a five dollar bill into his hand, then pushing open the door and stepping onto the sidewalk in front of my small home.

The home was tiny, compared to the others in Manhattan, but it sufficed just enough for now.

I swung the taxi door shut, watching as it drove away to other destinations. Eventually, after watching for a minute or so, I walked up towards the door, carefully clicking open the door knob as I snuck inside.

I heard immense giggling, and I have to admit, it was also adorable giggling, coming from who I guessed was my three year old son.

The living room is where I had peeked inside, to see my husband on the floor with Philip atop his stomach, laughing madly. John poked Phillip's sides again, the smaller boy placing his hands down onto his dada's chest.

Internally I had 'Aww'ed', placing my hand over my heart as I watched this unrealistic scene play out in front of my eyes.

My two boys, the loves of my life, I couldn't dare to spend a day without my dearest, John waking up next to me, Or putting my amazingly gorgeous beautiful son to sleep every night.

My boys outshine the morning sun, none of it has ever been undone.

We've always been happy, that's how I'd like to keep it, because I don't deserve them. I don't deserve them to wake up next to me, or to let me put them to sleep. They deserve everything and more, they deserve only the best, yet they still stay with me.

I stared at the scene a bit longer, then only to have Philip look at me with those huge bright eyes, and a wide smile.

"Daddy!" The young boy shouted, sliding off of his other fathers stomach and running to hug my own legs.

John turned his head to look at me before sitting back up, and giving a sweet smile. "Welcome home, darling." The adult child joked, standing off the ground and over to Philip and myself.

"Ha Ha." I rolled my eyes, "It's great to be back, love." I spoke the nickname I had always used for Laurens, even way back in high school when all he would do was follow me around with his friends, singing songs about love and what not. Now that I think about it.. I'm pretty sure that one of them was like, 'What the heck I gotta dooo.. something something.' I don't really remember.

I pecked the man-child's lips, then leaning down and pressing a kiss to the smaller boy's forehead.

Philip giggled again, before tugging on Laurens' pants, having him lean down so he could whisper something to him.

I raised an eyebrow, the two looking at me before I was pounced on, and attacked by tickles and hugs. I was squirming around, my face red as I stifled a few laughs in between the deep breaths I took.

"S-Stoppp!" I laughed in between breaths, as they continued anyways, despite my request for them to stop.

God, I love them, I love them so much.

Finally, they released me, and I hugged them, hugged them tightly.

"Well.. now you're done tickling me, who don't we go make some pasta or something for dinner?" I suggested, looking at my two lovelies. Philip jumped up and nodded, running to the kitchen, along with John, who did almost the same thing but bumping into a wall before he reached the kitchen.

I laughed, then standing.

What else could I wish for in this world?