The Boss's Son

Eighteen - Reunited

"Ryan!" i screamed, jumping into his arms, "holy shit!"

"Babe, I've missed you so much!" he said excitedly, spinning me around in his arms as he kissed my cheek.

"I've missed you too!" i squealed, "i'm so happy that you're back!"

"Same baby!" he squeezed me in a hug, " i have some stuff in my bag for you too!"

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After all the hugs and I miss yous and how have you beens (I gave Jack an extra squeeze because, god, I'd missed him), all the boys went home. Rye took me to his place for dinner. I stayed out of the way while he and his dad caught up, then he came upstairs to me and grabbed his bag as he approached.

"Okay, I couldn't get you, like, something big, because we didn't have a lot of spare time-"

"Don't be silly, i-"

"Wait, just..." he pulled a brown paper bag out of his bag and handed me it, nervously biting his lip.

"Wow.." I smiled as i looked through them, postcards from all the cities they'd been to. "These are amazing," i smiled and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Glad you like them, but that's not it," he chuckled and pulled a box out of his bag. I raised a brow, it looked like a necklace or a bracelet box. He smiled softly as he slowly opened it, watching my reaction.

A smile lit up my face, it was beautiful. A silver chain holding a diamond-filled R, my eyes widened, "Ryan, are you serious?!"
(may or may not have stolen this from hsm but who cares)

"Do you like it?" he asked quietly.

I nodded and leapt onto him to hug him, making him fall back onto the bed. He laughed and kissed my cheek, "i'm glad you like it!"

"I love it, oh my god! Thank you so much," i smiled wide as he carefully took it out of the box and even more carefully fastened it around my neck.

I kissed him hard, my hands running through his hair as i pulled him closer. His smile against my lips made me smile against his.

"Thank you," i said quietly as i pulled away after a moment, "i really do love it, and the postcards, you're the best."

"I'm glad you're happy with them," he smiled softly.

"Very happy," i kissed his cheek, admiring my necklace in the mirror, "need a picture, don't I?"

I grabbed my phone and flicked the camera on, pulling Rye close to me and kissing his cheek in the picture. We got a few, making sure the necklace was visible in them before showing a couple of my friends, including Jack, and my mum.

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This is far from edited