I Just Love You (A collection of Adommy one shots)

Chapter 7

[Adam's POV]

"Hey Tommy." I said, putting my stuff down; happy to be home after a long day's work at the studio. I sat down next to Tommy. I looked over his shoulder to his laptop. His headphones were in, setting Tommy into his own little world. Old Adommy footage played. "Reminiscing?" I spoke through his headphones. Tommy jumped in fright.

"It's nothing." He said, shutting his computer quickly.

"It's okay. In fact, it's kinda cute." I tapped his nose. Tommy looked down, slightly embarrassed, but still loving every minute of it. "Do you wanna watch some more?" I asked him. His cheeks went bright red, but he nodded.

I set up the Apple TV and went on YouTube and put on some Adommy. Tommy snuggled up against me. Sure, it's kinda weird to watch videos of you and your boyfriend making out. But hey, whatever.

Then, the Amsterdam video came on. That was such a confusing night. It's no lie that we were all smoking weed. It was legal and we got a little carried away trying to have a good time. I wasn't even supposed to kiss Tommy. I just couldn't control myself. His lips were so sweet. It was fantastic! Tommy and I haven't talked about it since.

"That was a great night." Tommy interrupted my thoughts.

"Really?" I asked in awe.

"Fuck yes! Didn't you like it?" He asked, really coming out of his shell.

"Yes, but we were high..." I said, trailing off.

"So? It wouldn't change anything, right?" He started getting serious.

"No, never. But..." I already knew that I was getting myself in deep.

"But what?"

"We were high. We weren't really in control."

"Are you saying that if we weren't high, you never would have made out with me?" Tommy started getting pissed.

"No, I'm just saying that - " I didn't know how to complete my sentence. I did, I just didn't know how to word it.

"Whatever. I get it." Tommy folded his arms angrily.

We've never actually had a fight. We've had arguments, but nothing bad. I really don't want this to turn into a fight, but Tommy just won't listen.

"Tommy, you're being ridiculous." I tried to make him understand. He scowled. "You know what, I'm going out." I grabbed my coat.

"Why?" Tommy snapped.

"To cool off. I'll be back soon." I left. I wasn't mad, just frustrated. He can be so stubborn. He's such a drama queen. Aren't we both? I poked around a few shops. After a while, I forgot why we even got into a fight in the first place. I bought a few things for myself. I also bought something for Tommy. And even though we only had a small argument, I still bought him flowers and tacos for dinner. I came home around eight. Tommy was on the couch on his phone. I placed my stuff on the table. He failed to ignore me and instead put a pout on his face. "Drama queen." He dragged my over the couch, flowers and all.

We both started laughing. "I hate you!" He squeaked in between laughs.

"I hate you too!" I attacked him with kisses. Just as Tommy started to moan, I pulled away. "I'm sorry."

"For what? Earlier, or stopping just at the wrong time?" We both giggled.

"I got you a surprise." I handed him the flowers and went over to a box in the kitchen. "Close your eyes!" I carefully brought the box over, making sure that his eyes were closed. I pulled his surprise out and put it in Tommy's lap. His eyes grew wide at the sight of our new puppy.

"Adam!" He squealed. "Is it a boy or a girl?" He pulled the puppy closer.

"A boy. Go ahead and name him."

Tommy thought a second. "Mitchell." Tommy looked up for my approval.

"My middle name?"

"Of course! But his full name is Mitchell Joseph Lambiff. Is that alright?"

My heart swelled. "It's perfect." I hugged Tommy and the tiny dog and held them close.

"I love you so much."