Domestic Bliss (Dustin Bates)

Flowers

You walked into the house, looking for your boyfriend with your hand holding something behind your back. You peaked in the kitchen to see Dustin writing in his lyrics journal. You couldn't help but smile at how cute he looked when he was focused. You walked over, placing your hand gently on his arm. He stopped writing, looking over his shoulder at you.

"Hey, baby girl," he beamed, leaning to kiss your lips.

"Hi, honey," you greeted him, gently touching his face. "I brought you something." You gently moved away from him as he turned around in his chair. You handed him the bouquet of flowers you had hidden behind your back. He stared at them, mouth open and eyes wide.

"Oh, y/n..." he trailed, his eyes flooding with tears. The smile fell off your face, placing the flowers on the table and holding his face gently.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" You wiped his tears with your thumbs when they started to fall, leaving kisses all over his face.

"Nothing," he said, holding you back from him by your shoulders. "I love them." He let go of you and picked them up. He stood and walked over to the sink, opening up the cabinet underneath. He pulled out a vase and chopped the ends of the stems off before putting them in the water-filled vase. He walked out of the room before coming back a few minutes later.

"Where'd you put them?" You asked, gently taking his hands. He smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Back in my office. Every time I'll look at them, I'll think of you. How much you love me." You smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips.

"That barely shows it. I love you more than anything. If flowers are the smallest thing I can do to show you my love, then I'd bring you the moon if you wanted." He kissed you again, harder and with more of a purpose and a direction. It was passionate but gentle, infused with so much love that you felt weak. You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself upright, and his hands pulled your hips against his, holding you up to him.

When you eventually pulled away from each other's lips, he held you in a tight embrace. No words were spoken, no moves were made. The only sounds in the entire house were your slow breaths and Ernie's nails clicking against the hardwood floors.

"I adore you, Dustin Paul Bates," you said quietly, gently running your fingers down his shoulder.

"I adore you, too, y/f/n," he then slowly moved back in for another kiss. You couldn't help it this time. You slowly slid down to the floor, him moving with you to lay on top of you. His fingers couldn't help but ride up under your shirt. Your makeout session was interrupted by Ernie joining in, moving his nose between the two of you to separate your lips.

"Ernie!" You whined, pulling the little dog closer to the two of you. Dustin rolled off of you, spooning you as he reached over to pet Ernie's head.

"Cuddle times with Mommy and Daddy," he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck. I smiled at that. A little family. All yours.