❝yours, tommy❞ | dylmas

22. yours, dylan

Dylan POV

"Dylan?"

"Yes Tommy?"

''What do you think of this one?"

I break my gaze and look up to Tommy, still holding a light grey paint can. He gestures for me to come closer.

"See?" he says, pointing his finger on another paint can. "This one is nice, don't you think? It's warm, sober, cosy, and it's easy to decorate your house in harmony with this color."

I look at the color, it's halfway between what I'd call taupe or sand color. It is indeed pretty. We're trying to pick a color for our bedroom. So we definitely need something soothing.

''You're right honey. I like this one.''

''Okay then,'' he says with a soft smile.

Until now, we chose all of the colors we need. We picked white for the hallway and also for the living room, but only for two of the walls, the third one will be paint with a nice soft purple, really sober, almost grey looking. We're staying really sober with the painting actually. The kitchen and bathroom don't need to be paint, also.

The next step is basically just decoration. We already have furniture - Tommy's furniture, even though we need a new kitchen table and some details like new bedside tables.

Almost everything we choose to buy is cosy. Fluffy blankets for the couch and also fluffy pillows, nice and warm bed sheets, big bath towels, mats... Lots of cute lamps. Jars. Mirros also. Anyway, anything we find pretty.

We couldn't make everything fit in the car so, a delivery truck will bring our table over in two days.

Yes, only in two days, because tomorrow I'm going to my place, in America, to get my personal things. I know Thomas is anxious about it and I can't blame him cause, honestly, last time we were separated, I ruined everything so... It's understandable. But I won't run away this time. I think Thomas knows it, deep down. He knows I'll be back.. hey, we bought a house together. But still. I know he can't help it but worry.
So tomorrow, when I'll be flying to America, Tommy and his friends will move the furniture and stuff like dishes in the house. But I told him not to place anything nor decorate because we wanted to do it together. He'll also stay at his friend's for the night so he won't be alone in an empty house - which is creepy.

We already are busy painting our walls this very afternoon. Paint is all over our clothes but we don't really care, as we're both super happy to finally see our life together begin.

''Honey?"

"Hum?" Thomas hums, focused on his work.

''I just got the cheesiest idea ever but you have to promise not to laugh.''

''Oh, and what is your idea then?" he says, dropping his paint roller on the floor (obviously covered with sheets.) He has paint all over his nose and even in his hair.

''Tommy... You should not scratch your face or move your hand through your hair while painting you know?"

"Oh...Shit..."

"It's okay though, you're so cute. Anyway, so, my idea... Maybe we could you know, cover our hands with paint and then like, you press one on the white wall there and I press mine just next to yours. Like a lover painting."

I blush while I'm talking because the whole thing really is cheesy but I really want to do it anyway. I blush even more when Thomas raises his eyebrows and giggles.

''Stop ittt ! Okay I get it, you don't want my lover painting.'' I pretend to pout. But he quickly grabs my face into both of his hands and kiss my lips briefly.

''That's a great idea, flower. Come on, let's do it now."

Before I know it, Thomas intertwines our fingers and dives our hands onto the color. And soon, our handprints are on the wall.

''Maybe we could also do it with the handprint of our future babies," he says softly, and nothing could make me happier.

''We'll definitely do that.''

We hug tightly, and I find myself dreading my departure for America. I don't want to worry Tommy but I've got no choice but to go back to get my stuff.

''Tommy?"

I look up to his face and he nods.

''Promise me you'll call if anything happens while I'm gone. Anything."

He nods again, his hands on my waist pulling me closer. ''I promise. Promise you won't leave me?"

''Promise. I'll never leave you."

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Thomas POV

''Come on Dyl, I wish I could keep you for myself all night long but we have to go or you'll miss your flight.''

Five minutes later, we're in the car, me driving. It's 2 am, Dylan's flight is at 4 am. I'm really anxious but I try to relax and mostly hide it from Dyl. I don't want to burden him too much with my stress.

I know he won't leave me. I know. My brain loves to tell me otherwhise but I know he'll be back. And he'll be gone for a day and a half only so it's.. fine.

It's totally, utterly fine.

I'm happy about today, about how we worked on the painting, I love our home already.

We're soon at the airport, and Dylan and I spend some time together before he has to go for the last check-up, where I can't go with him. My heart squeezes and flutters when it's time to say goodbye. Lots of hugs and kisses are shared but it never seems enough.

I sigh when I slump into the seat of my car. It's like half of my heart is gone. I can't even start the car, knowing Dylan is right there in the airport without me. My sweet, baby flower Dylan.

My phone buzzes on the passenger seat. I grab it, knowing it's him.

from : my flower✿: I miss you already, baby tommy. I love you. Also, look into the glovebox.

Raising my eyebrows, I do what Dylan told me to. When I open the glovebox, a piece of paper falls on the car floor. I bend, my fingers search for it for like ten seconds, and when I finally get it, I sit back down properly and also switch the car light on.

My heart squeezes when I discover a letter.

"Tommy, I probably just told you but I miss you already, so much. Don't worry, I'll be back really soon, and I'll call you as soon as I land. I'll be safe. Be safe too and don't forget your promise!
I know last time we were apart was awful and I know I fucked up, but trust me, love, I won't fuck up this time.
I'll be back for you, I'll always be there for you, my future husband (wait, what was that? ;) )

Also, you probably haven't start the car already. Come on, go home. Don't worry.
I love you Tommy. I love you always.
I can't wait to start my life with you.
Yours, Dylan"

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nda: hello, sorry guys for the late update! I had a math exam and.... I.... failed (djsjsksklmaoo)
I hope this chapter isn't too boring but...loverbirds are taking things slowly and quietly so...
Lots of love for you ❤️