C.C. // Imagines

My first pt3

Look whose back bitches.

Not me
LMAO, but here's part 3.

2 years later

Y/n Pov:

"God, could that fucking kid kick my chair any harder" I say leaving my terminal.

I'm in the Miami airport right now because I'm coming him for Christmas. I didn't get to come home for Thanksgiving because of work, so I made sure to come for Christmas.

I grab my luggage at baggage claim and head outside for a taxi.

-

Finally pulling up to my house and I can already see my family running around with kids playing. I pay the driver and grab my luggage from the trunk.

"Y/n's home!" A young voice shouted then before I knew I was being tackled by so many small bodies.

"Y/n what took you so long?!" My 8 yr old cousin, junior shouted.

"Sorry buddy there's a lot of traffic around Christmas time" I say trying to get up but I failed.

I keep getting bombarded with questions by all my little cousins while still on the grass.

"Okay ninos, go back inside now" my grandma says coming outside.

No one was moving until my grandma bent down to pick up her sandal.

Then all of a sudden, all the kids were screaming and running inside.

I start laughing and get up.
"Hola Mija, we missed you" my grandma says and pulls me in for a hug.

"Yeah I missed you guys too" I grab my luggage and start walking with her to go inside.

As soon as I walk in, I hit with the smell of just food. My mom was cooking with the help from my aunts and grandma. My dad was watching tv with my uncles and cousins.

I was considering whether I should yell out I'm home or not, but someone had already beat me too it.

"Y/n's home!" I hear my mom yell out

Everyone basically drops what their doing and comes running towards me. I'm just getting the life squeezed out of me.

Everyone was just on me bro.

"Okay guys your killing me"

They all backed up but then my pulled me in for a hug.

"Welcome home" he said with a  wide grin. "Thanks dad, I missed you guys" I said to my family.

-

I was in my old room unpacking after catching up with my family. My room was exactly how I left it when I left for LA. So many memories are just rushing through my head now, good and bad ones.

Then I hear a knock at my door that snaps me out of the daze.

"Hey y/n/n dinner is almost ready" my mom said opening my door.