Oneshots- Joe and Dianne 💜❤️

Home again: Those are special right?

Dianne's POV:

"AND.. we are home Joseph! I can't wait to get on the sofa with you for a bit before I head out to rehersals this afternoon, maybe a good cup of tea because that's the only thing Americans can't seem to get right" I say as I burst through the front door and make a beeline for the kettle, flipping the switch and pulling out my mug from the cupboard, "Tea or Coffee Joe?" I watch as he follows behind me, picking up my jacket from the floor and placing it on the fooseball table and hanging his on the opposite handle. "Um, tea please love, I need to piss first and then I have a date with both you and the sofa." he chortled as he headed for the bathroom, leaving me alone to my thoughts as I continued through the tea making process as well as rooting round the cupboards for a biscuit or two. Having sorted everything out, I carefully carry both mugs and a plate of treats over to the glass coffee table in the middle of the room and set them down; dashing to the love seat, I grab the fluffy blankets and arrange the cushions in a fort-like manner, perfect for cuddling in I think as I bury myself in the middle of it all. "Comfy there huh? Any room for a little one?" He pouts, until I eventually cave in and move over, letting him slip inbetween the sofa and my body, wrapping a strong arm around my waist and brining me to rest against his chest and pressing a firm kiss against my forehead.

And that's exactly how we stayed until my phone dinged, telling me that my uber was here, waiting to take me to rehersals again. The last thing I want is to dance for ten hours but needs must; sooner I leave, the sooner I get home again. "Joseph, my cars here. Love you! I'll see you tonight! Try and get some rest okay?" I smile softly, stroking his hair out of his eyes and pecking his lips before dashing off to start my day. As we drive across the city, I scroll aimlessly through Instagram, filming a quick story before making my way to twitter to clear my mentions for another while. I absolutely adore seeing what our fans tag us in- the edits, the artwork and the things they think we will like- top of my list today is a quote about something quite relevant to Joseph and I; forehead kisses.

" A forehead kiss means a thousand things.

It means protection, respect.

It means "You're mine, don't ever leave my side."

It says, "I care about you and I never want you to get hurt."

It says, " I'll come between you and whatever tries to hurt you."

It proves I love you and you're mines, forever."

Thinking back on it, Joe has always been a fan of forehead kisses. From the second week of strictly, when he pressed that first kiss to my head outside Corsham village hall, to our first admission for feelings where he concluded his emotional speech with  a forehead kiss, to this morning while we cuddled on the sofa: Forehead kisses have been a huge part of our relationship and I've never really thought much on it before- its never been a part of any previous relationship either so I don't know what to think. "Dianne?! Are you in there? You've been dreaming for days you have." Her soft welsh accent drags me back to reality as the one and only Amy Dowden plonks herself down beside me. "Hey Ames, can I ask you something? You and Ben have been together for a long time right? What do you think of forehead kisses? Like is that a big thing to you guys? Someone tagged me in a thing on twitter and it just made me think about my relationship but its never been a "Thing" before if you get me?" I babble, resting my head against her shoulder. She looks me up and down and just grins, "You and Joe are for life, you know that right? If forehead kisses are important in your life, then yes they are a big thing. Me and Ben? We aren't like you and Joe, we do things differently, we bicker and argue and end everything with a proper hug. And every night, we stand in the bedroom doorway and share a kiss. But that's OUR thing. Chat to Joe about it, you never know, it could be a special thing to him."