i miss this apartment so much

Welcome Back (Seth x Reader)

Request: When Seth comes back to RAW from his injury.

A/N: Actors real name is Colby so I switch between both names.

Looking around the stadium, you never truly realized how much you miss this place when you were gone. Only being an announcer backstage you took time off when Seth got injured, not really wanting him to go through it alone. You knew for sure the second time around was going to be the hardest and it was. Seth blamed himself every minute for the pain that he was in, it wasn’t anyone fault. Things just happened and you can’t help it. It was all apart of this job.

“You ready?” Colby asked you as you guys made your way into the building.

“I think I should be the one asking you that. You’re the wrestler that got hurt not me” You teased trying to lighten the mood. You knew Colby was nervous about bringing Seth back, he knew that the wrestling world didn’t stop just because someone got injured during a match. Tonight was his little come back, to set him and Triple H up for WrestleMania, it wasn’t much but it was something. Colby wasn’t really supposed to be back until a few days before WrestleMania but the storyline needed to happened so the doctors clear him for this match only. Making sure that this wouldn’t hurt him any further.

“Welcome back Seth” Roman congratulated as he walked up to you two. He was already in his gear as he had the first match of the night.

“Thanks bro, won’t be long now” Colby hollered as he fist bumped Roman finally happy that he was back even if it was only for one night. As you guys made your way through the stadium more and more people were welcoming back Colby, they were all happy that they could finally see Seth Rollins back in action. Colby happiness was clearly on his face he couldn’t hide his smile as everyone spoke to him. It’s been a while but now you were both happy to be back to your guys jobs.


“Hold up babe” Colby said as he let out a heavy breath, closing his eyes. His fist were clenched by his side and you knew from the past few weeks what that meant. He was in pain.

“Are you sure you’re good to go?” You asked as you ran back to him, taking his hands trying to comfort him as the pain subsided.

“I’m fine love, it’s going to happened. Haven’t really been on my feet for awhile” You nodded your head at his replied, he was right the doctor said it was going to be different without the clutches by his side holding most of his weight. “Now’s let go, it’s time to bring back Seth Freakin Rollins” You both laughed. It was nice for once to be laughing and not worrying. Everything was starting to feel normal once again.

“Yeah I think it’s time for me to see my favourite man again” Seth put a pout on his face from your comment and all you do was laugh again. He look so childish

“I don’t know I think I might be by the way you were screaming my name the other night” Seth informed you while putting a smirk across his face. Sticking your tounge out at him like a child you made your way into his dressing room but not before you also gave him the finger.


“You sure about this?” You asked. It was almost time for Seth to make his appearance back on RAW and you were nervous now that you guys were right backstage. All he had to do now was go through the path.

“I’m sure babe. Don’t worry I know what I’m at” Seth told you as he gave you a quick kissed before someone brought him the clutches. You knew and everyone backstage that he didn’t really need them but no one could know yet, not until he was down to the ring. And if on cue his music started. Seth made his way out with the clutches by his side to get ready to fight. You watched on the screen backstage, you knew what was going to happened but you still weren’t fully ready to watch. What if they hurt his knee again? Watching him and Triple H fight made you nervous and proud. Seth was doing what he loved again, but you knew if they hit his knee wrong while in the ring things could go south pretty quickly. You looked away every time he hit Seth knee, you couldn’t take it. When Seth hit the ground you just hoped that this was the act like it was supposed to be and nothing went wrong. Triple H left him in the ring and Mike on the floor, never looking back as he made his way backstage just like he needed too. He smiled as he passed you which you knew it was a sign that everything was good. You continued watching as the refs brought Seth backstage and when he finally away, you ran over to him. You jumped in his arms and kissed him.

“I’m so proud of you” You said with tears in your eyes.

“Thanks babe couldn’t do it without you by by side.” He kissed you once before he pulled away making his way now over to your guy’s friends to celebrate. Seth Freakin Rollins was back and you couldn’t be happier. You knew that he could win WrestleMania in a few weeks. You couldn’t wait to finally see him back fully doing what he loved

Ruined Surprises Pt 2- Morgan Rielly

I love Mo and I love this story line so I hope you enjoy!!

Part One

Anon Request: hi!! your mo one was so good, would you maybe pretty please be able to do a #2 with mo? thanks so much!!

Warnings: extra fluffy

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It was your anniversary and you sat all alone in your apartment. It wasn’t like it was Mo’s fault. He couldn’t control when he had to be gone or where he was going, but you still missed him. 

Morgan felt the exact same. He hated to leave you when you both had been looking forward to this night for so long. The game had just ended and the boys were waiting for the bus to go back to the hotel. 

Morgan stood by the door, fiddling with the ring in his pocket. He has been planning to ask you to marry him tonight. Five whole years after your first date and he was more than ready to ask the question. But his plans had been ruined. Of course.

“You know,” Tyler Bozak laid a hand on his shoulder. “(Y/N) will say yes no matter when or where you ask her.”

Mo looked up at his older friend. Tyler had gone through the same thing and Mo was grateful for at least a little bit of reassurance.

“Yeah, but tonight would’ve been so special. I had it all planned and figured out,” Morgan sighed.

“Well I know someone with an in with the pilate and a fiance that would be more than happy to help with a different surprise proposal,” Tyler laughed, leading Morgan towards the bus. 

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You grabbed your coat, running out the door as the car honked again. You smiled as you slid in the passenger seat, giving Molly a side hug. 

She had texted you last night, asking for a breakfast date the next morning and you had happily agreed. You loved Molly and now that she had a baby, you didn’t get to spend as much time with her as you’d have liked. 

“Didi you talk to Ty after the game last night?” You asked her as you walked into your favorite diner.

It was your and Morgan’s favorite spot to grab breakfast on his off days or to get milkshakes after a game. 

“I did!” Molly smiled. “They should be home later this afternoon.”

You gave a small smile as you placed your drink order.

“I know you wish he could’ve been here,” she grabbed your hand. “How do you think you’re going to tell him now?”

“I have no clue,” you groaned throwing your head back. “I don’t just want to come out and say it, I want it to be a cute, memorable way.”

“I’m sure we can figure something out,” the blonde reassured. 

The two of you ordered and chatted, talking about life and everything the two of you had missed since the last time you had talked. Finally, you heard foodsteps and looked up expecting your chocolate chip pancakes.

Instead, you looked up to see the blonde head of your boyfriend.

“Morgan?” You questioned, standing up. 

But before you could move to hug him, he moved so that he was kneeling on one knee before you. You covered your mouth in a gasp. 

“(Y/N),” Morgan started, his shinning eyes never leaving yours. “I wanted to do this last night, but that didn’t work out so I’m doing it now. Because we love this place and our friends are here to see it and I honestly could not wait another second to ask you. And while this may not be our anniversary, it was as close as i can get. I love everything about you (Y/N/N), I could go on and on forever listing things. So, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

You nodded, not being able to speak. Morgan stood up and slipped the ring on your finger. He pulled you into a hug and held you close. “I really love you.”

“I love you too Mo,” you squeezed him tightly. 

When you broke apart you looked over to see Molly holding something out for you. When she gave you a wink, you knew exactly what it was for.

“I have a present for you too,” you smiled, handing him the box you had just taken from Molly.

Mo looked at you suspiciously before opening it. His mouth fell open as he read over the words.

“I’m going to be a dad?” He barely got out. You smiled and nodded, feeling new tears spilling down your cheeks. 

Mo set the box down and pulled you in for another hug. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Morgan pulled back just enough to kiss you. “Both of you.” 

it’s so weird to me when people are like “we grew apart and i didn’t notice until it was too late” bc i notice the smallest of changes, i notice everything even if nothing is happening and my fear of abandonment and lack of emotional permanence would Never let me just miss a relationship starting to fade

Hader: At SNL, we called it the Friday night crazies, because by Friday night, everyone’s exhausted. Kristen and I and Fred Armisen would really go bonkers.
Wiig: You’d just hear over the loudspeakers, “Okay guys! Please!”
Hader: And I’d be fitting Kristen into a refrigerator. Or we’d do a thing where one of us would mouth the words on camera, and we’d do each other’s voices.

Kristen Wiig and Bill Hader for the New York Times | September 2014 (x)

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this week was so nice!!! lectures will end in two weeks and I’m a little sad and also a little glad :DDD I’m gonna miss some of my teachers :’) I’m so tired of studying but I need to keep going :)) I’m really looking forward to the holidays because my dog is going to live in my apartment for a week while my family is on vacation and it’s gonna be so nice

Misdialed Call (Part One)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero. (Drabble Series)

Author’s Note: Hey guys. I’m back from my hiatus. I’ve miss you guys so much. I hope to continue writing for a while now that midterms are over and done with. I hope you guys enjoy this series and thank you for everything!
Also, special thanks to Combat Anon for the idea of this series!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 934

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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I bet Victor goes back to Russia a few weeks before Yuuri is going to move there and he walks into his old apartment with Makkachin at his heels and immediately realizes it’s totally unlivable, like he doesn’t even have PLATES, he has only one couch and a double bed, this is not at ALL acceptable for his dear Yuuri to live in, he needs him to be comfortable living somewhere new so he basically goes on a crazed redecorating spree, fueled by his stress over how much he misses Yuuri in the first place, and drags the entire Russian skating team to Ikea on six different occasions, buys thousands of dollars worth of furniture, forces Mila, Georgi, and Yurio to rearrange the entire apartment four times ‘why did you buy two more couches if you ALREADY HAD ONE THEY DON’T EVEN FIT?!!’ ‘plz yurio this one is more comfortable in case we fight and I have to sleep on the coach and I just thought this one looked cool, it’s totally necessary’ ‘ARGHHH!!’ 

So basically when Yuuri finally does arrive in St. Petersburg the entire Russian skating team is overjoyed to see him

i’m dreaming again. 
of embrace, 
dark blues,
and a shoulder to put my head.
I lean in, 
but wake up to a dog barking in the hallway.

Five hours until the see the apartment.
I text to confirm, and shower.
I’ll miss this. I’ll miss every piece of this.

I wear heels and pull my hair back into a bun. 
“What should I say I do for a living?”
I knock on the door and extend my hand,
“Hi, I’m Amanda, thank you so much for seeing me today.”
The landlord showed me two apartments.
The first one was enough to almost make my lungs collapse. 
Two small rooms, connected by a doorway and nothing else.
The bathroom was the width of the shower stall,
“Bathtubs seem like a waste if you’re not a bath type of person.”
i am, but I agree. I fake my way through the rest of the tour until he says,
“I have a second apartment to show you, but it’s about $100 more.
“I would LOVE to see it.”
We hike up the stairs, 
“It’s only about two and a half flights I’d say, I wouldn’t call it the ‘third floor’”
Shit, I don’t care. 
He opens up the door and it’s small. Comfortable I guess. Pale yellow that could drive me crazy. Closets, corners, outlets, lights. 
“The construction next door should be done any day now, and we’ve never had any problem with burglary.” 
oh good.
“I have to tell ‘ya, someone else is interested in the apartment.”
he looked to the floor, so I asked, 
“But what? they’re a troublemaker?”
“A musician actually. But he said he’s an independant musician, and I don’t know about him playing music in the apartment.”
Dark hardwood floors that would look great with light furniture. 
How would I get stuff up here?
I don’t have a bed.
I ask for an application. 
“Now I don’t want to rush you, but he is interested.”
He continued to tell me how much he and his wife love youtube, and let me know there would be no application fee.

i feel hopeless. Like I’m not ready to leave what I know. 
I could spend a million years feeling like a prisoner, if it meant I didn’t
have to make one hard decision. 

but if I close my eyes, will i see you there?

It wasn’t the distance that scared her. She was scared of the idea that he’ll find someone better in between their distance apart.
—  This is killing me.
Act Like You Love Me - Part Three

A/N: Feedback would make my day. 
Read part one here. Read part two here

Word count: 3,647

PART THREE

January 11 th, 2023

“Hey baby” you said lovingly when Leah jumped out the black jeep and starting running towards your apartment door.

You opened your front door and met her in a huge hug, picking her up from the ground. You kissed the top of her head, hugging her as close to you as possible.

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Lied

Originally posted by superfame


Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: It just kinda came to mind 

Note: SMUT SMUT SMUT WARNING 



You stroll down the corridors of your university ready to go back to your apartment after a long tiring day when you feel someone pull you to an empty classroom.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” You yelled at the guy, you couldn’t tell who it was due to the hoodie he was wearing. Soon he discarded the hoodie making a tiny gasp escape your lips.

“Shawn? What’re you-”

“I missed you so fucking much, baby.” he cut you off pulling you close and kissing you.

“Shawn, we can’t. I can’t, you left me.” You said pulling away looking at the floor.

“Y/N, I am truly and deeply sorry, I will make it up to you. Just please take me back I-”

“SHAWN YOU LIED TO ME!” You cried letting your tears fall, he came closer to you to wipe them away, but you only turned away wiping them yourself.

“You made your decision, now I’m making mine.” you sniffled 

“Y/N I-”

“Goodbye, Shawn.” you said leaving the room before he could get another word out, as he watched the most precious thing in the world to him, walk away, and he could do nothing to stop it.

He’s done enough damage already, not only did he lie, but he also left you, for her.

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Wore Me Down

Lin x Reader

Word Count- 5,273

Warnings- Nothing much really, mild angst I suppose and some heated moments.

A/N- This is quite a long one that I wrote with @beabravo10 a while ago, but it’s taken a while to edit down. And in typical me style, it’s a really long one-shot. One day I will write something under 3,000 words, but today is not that day! I hope you enjoy!

@plamspringsdancingontables @nesthemonster

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I have to confess i have quite mixed feelings regarding Patsy’s scene. They did FINALLY kiss and that is wonderful and amazing and long LONG overdue… but in the circumstances i don’t feel like 10 seconds of footage during the end scenes was really enough. They have been apart so long, there is so much more that’s needed there than a kiss, no matter how monumental it is for Patsy to initiate one right there on the street (and i admit that it IS). There are so many words, and tears, and hugs that really need to be exchanged here, and the fact that she was only there at the very end of the last episode before Christmas means that we will miss another really important part of their relationship, as we have missed just about all of them (its beginning, their moving in being aborted, Delia’s recovery and rediscovery of her love for Patsy, their holiday which probably never happened). We don’t get to see any of those conversations or any of the really meaningful parts of their reunion. It was very much a ‘blink and you miss it’ appearance.

Also, is anyone else really worried that Patsy saying ‘wherever I go next you’re coming with me’ means that they will both actually be leaving before very much longer? Was that kiss a parting gift to us from the BBC?

I just… I can’t entirely get on board the happy train on this one.

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Addicted appreciation week: day three x favorite book

With the six of us on this hill and the packed lake house behind us– I feel sentiments far beyond this sunrise, this morning, this moment. We filled an empty house.
    I’m thirty seven.
    Just yesterday I was twenty and meeting some of these people– people that i’d spend my life with, that’d become my home.
   Just yesterday I was twenty– still deeply and desperately in love with my best friend.
                                                               I grew older.
                                                            We all grew older.

In a blink of an eyes, our children will grow old too.
And i’ll think: just yesterday they were twenty. Headed for college. Falling in love. Memories will flood behind us, the lake house no longer filled to the brim. As quiet as the moment we first walked in– and we’ll sit on this hill. Feeling the stillness that exists. 
                                       And then we end– we end where we started.
                                                                  Just us.
                                                               All six of us.

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Star and Marco’s letters to each other are so adorable, but they get me really choked up, especially when Marco says to Star “Anyway, I’m really looking forward of when you come home.”, Like that’s just how much he cares for her, that he literally thinks that Star is apart of his home, and that he’s never bored with her, and he misses her so much, it makes me wonder about how he’ll feel with Star being gone now in season 3, and how they’ll react to each other when they reunite, I’m expecting something big, but we’ll see

Nico’s appearance must have given away how bad he felt with the look of total pity that Will was giving him. This was one of those ‘panic attack’ looks. The ones Will gave him when he had total meltdowns, woke up with a start from nightmares at all hours of the evening, or on the days that he missed Bianca so much that it physically hurt.

Truthfully, this whole ordeal was nothing compared to what he had been through.

“Am I dying?” Nico finally croaked out, peeking over his covers to watch Will pace about their tiny, apartment sized kitchen.  “I’ve got to be dying. You’re giving me that look.”

Nico had gone into work pretty determined. Will was working an early morning shift so he hadn’t bothered his boyfriend when getting ready to go to the hospital, which happened to work out in the Italian’s favor. He hadn’t been feeling the best the night before, and when he woke up with a vertigo-inducing headache and a fever that made his skin tingle, he was, unfortunately, not surprised. Nico probably would have stayed at work all day had it not been for Reyna, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t glad that she’d made him go home. He’d passed out on his desk only an hour into the work day, and the rest of his coworkers in the office had come to the consensus that letting Nico have his way wasn’t worth getting the flu.

Will had woken him gently, a couple of hours later, Nico’s work bag slung over his shoulder, still wearing his scrubs. He’d come straight from work when Reyna had called him.

That was how they’d gotten here. Nico, curled up on the couch under a heavy quilt, Will searching for the proper cold and flu medication.

“Stop being melodramatic.” Will called halfheartedly, peering over his shoulders. “Can you drink liquid medicine?”

“I’m not being melodramatic.” Nico argued, wrinkling his nose. “And god, no. Who do you think I am?”

“A child, apparently.”

“The look, Will.” Nico reiterated, coughing roughly into the sleeve of Will’s pale orange hoodie from the camp that they’d met at so many years ago.

“I’m giving you the nervous boyfriend look, Nico.” Will said, finally returning to his side with a couple of pills and a water bottle that was slick with condensation already. Nico ignored the pills in favor of pressing the damp bottle to his face, trying to cool off. He shivered involuntarily, but the feeling was definitely more good than bad.

“Water bottle is for drinking, sunshine.” Will said, nudging his shoulder. “I’ll get you a damp washcloth in a second, take your medicine.”

Nico gave him a halfhearted glare, uncapping the water with moderate difficulty and taking a couple of slow sips before swallowing the pills. “Are you trying to put me to sleep?” He asked, narrowing his eyes. “Isn’t this the drowsy stuff?”

“It is.” Will admitted, planting a quick kiss on Nico’s forehead before walking briskly back to the kitchen. “But it’ll be the easiest on your stomach and it’ll probably work the best.”

Nico closed his eyes for a brief moment, resting his feverish cheek back on the water bottle, turning it when it seemed to get warm. “I don’t like the stuff that makes me drowsy.”

“You would’ve slept soon anyway.” When Will spoke again, his voice was close, and Nico’s eyes snapped open just in time to see the couch dip as he sat on the other edge. “I think it’s the flu, your fever is pretty high and your symptoms coincide pretty well…” He handed over a damp washcloth, but the water bottle had just left him feeling clammy and he just rested the cloth in his hands.

“You’re giving me the look again.”

“This is probably going to have you down for a week or two.” Will said, mouth falling into a frown with a gentle slope. “It’ll probably only get worse. I know you’ve gotta be feeling terrible.”

Nico gave a tired shrug, gathering the blanket a bit closer and sighing. “I know. At least I can do some work from home.”

“Not unless your fever is under 100.” Will argued, scooting around on his end of the couch and then holding both hands out when he seemed content. “Come here.”

Nico was already over feeling guilty about exposing Will to any germs. He’d probably caught it off of him, anyways, and the blond had an impeccable immune system. Thus was the life of dating a doctor, Nico supposed.

Without much hesitance, the Italian shifted around, his already sore muscles aching in protest. His crawl over to the other side of the couch was graceless, and if he felt a little better, maybe he’d have the energy to care. The energy definitely wasn’t there now, though, and Nico settled carefully into Will’s arms, stretching out between his legs and letting his boyfriend fix his blankets for him.

Will pressed a feather light kiss to the top of his head, giving him a very gentle squeeze. “Wanna watch some TV? You might not get sleepy for a little while.” Nico gave a short nod, and Will draped one arm around the shorter man’s waist, the other scrolling through Netflix. “How about Hercules?”

“Only if you promise not to sing…” Nico muttered back, already feeling himself growing tired. His face felt hot, now, his breath probably too warm on Will’s chest, but if the blond was bothered, he didn’t say anything.

“I’m just going to pretend that statement didn’t offend me and start the movie.” Will hummed, Nico chuckling tiredly as he felt the vibration through his boyfriend’s chest.

Nico could feel the heat behind his eyelids, which was motivation enough to keep his gaze trained on the television. Being close to Will wasn’t suffocating though, at the moment, but that could have just been because of the chills that plagued him everywhere else. His headache was already fading, thankfully, and the careful pressure at the small of his back made him feel safe more than anything else.

Will lifted one hand to card gently through Nico’s hair, dragging his nails lightly to ebb away the remaining ache, and Nico found himself beginning to unwind.

Nico dozed off a half hour into the movie, just when Hercules met Meg. Not before he’d been able to giggle deliriously at the flaming blue depiction of Hades, however. Will hummed gently along to the soundtrack as the movie played through, remembering vaguely that Nico had mentioned that hearing Will helped relax him. He even ignored it when Nico definitely started drooling on his shirt.

All in the name of love, he guessed.

"I'm sorry" - Grayson

Your POV:

“Fine!”
“Fine!” Grayson yelled back. We had an argument because I wanted to spend time with him. He’s been working a lot lately and I miss him so much. I planned a surprise dinner at our apartment, I dressed all fancy trying to make this special but he had to leave for work again, which annoyed me. Instead of keeping it to myself I expressed my feeling and that pissed him off, which pissed me off. I heard the door slam, indicating that he left. I sighed and sat down at the table that I spent hours decorating and preparing the food that was laying there. A tear slipped out of my eyes, I just wanted this to be a special time. I stand up and walk to our room, I take my dress and makeup off. I take my lingerie off as well and put on regular underwear on. I grab sweatpants and a t-shirt and put those on. I step out of our room and clean the table. I put the food in the fridge, turn off the candles, return the wine and cups back into their place. I grab a bag of popcorn and put it in the microwave. I set the timer for 3 minutes, once it’s on I turn on the TV, surfing channels until i land on MTV, they’re airing re-runs on Fresh Prince of Bel-air, I decided to watch it, it’s one of my favorite shows. The microwave beeps indicating that the popcorn is ready, I take it out and spread it in a bowl. I walk back to the living room and start watching TV.

A couple hours pass and I hear the door open and close, Grayson is here. I roll my eyes, I’m still mad at him. He walks to the living room and turn off the TV. I stay quiet staring at the wall. He sits next to me and put his hands on my shoulder, I shook it off and sat on the other couch. He sighs and stands up walking up to where I was seating, he crouches down to my level and stares at me.
“Baby” he says. “Baby” I mock him mentally, yes I’m that mad. I don’t say anything. He grabs my hand tightly and kisses it.
“Babe” he speaks again, and guess what, I still won’t say anything. I’m not even look at him, I’m pretending he’s not even there. His left hand makes its way to my face and turn my head to face him. He had a sorry look on his face, but I’m not showing any emotion.
“Y/N, babe, I’m sorry. After I left, I went to our favorite quiet place” He went to library, we don’t even read that much, the place it’s also a cafe. “I started thinking about everything you said and you’re right, I have been working a lot latently and I barely even see you. It’s just that I have been so stressed and took it out on you today by accident. I’m so sorry baby, please forgive me. I promise I’ll spend as much time with you as I can. I want to see my baby happy” he smiled. I smiled too, I hugged him. A tight hug that lasted a long time and was very needed. I breath in his scent and close my eyes, this feels like a perfect day at the beach feeling the crisp, fresh air. I love this man with all my heart.
“I love you Grayson, so much” I kiss his pink lips.
“I love you so much more baby” he kisses my lips and my forehead. We go to our room and spend the rest of the night catching up, cuddling and the occasional make out sessions.