"Welcome home princess..."

Living, laughing, and loving together has been the most amazing gift ever.

Waking up every morning to his long tanned arm, wrapped tightly around my small torso, his hot breath fanning against me neck, an adorable smile resting on his sleeping face.

I move to use the bathroom, soreness shooting through my body from, well, you can probably guess from what but he tightens his hold on me, groaning pulling me back against his bare chest.

I go to move again but he flips me around and nuzzles his face into my neck.

"I have to pee..." I whisper to him hoping for him to release me.

"Pee later." He grumbles kissing my neck softly before lazily closing his eyes again and breathing softly, falling back to sleep slowly.

I lay my head back against his muscular shoulder, my curls fanning out across the pillow. I don't know how long it's been but he shoots up abruptly, his brown eyes wild a large grin spread across his face.

"What's got you all happy?" I question as an overwhelming feeling explodes in my stomach and I know I need to pee soon.

"Nothing, just a good dream." He states softly tipping his head up to me and pressing his sweet lips against mine, a feeling I'll never get tired of.

"A really good dream." He mumbles against my lips making them buzz.

"You know what I've been dreaming about?" I ask him my lips pursed and cutely frowns back, the skin between his brows crinkled.

"What?"

"Peeing!" I basically screech as I scurry out of his grip and escape his long reach, before reaching sanctuary in the bathroom.

Before I even can even begin to release the pressure in my stomach he struts into the bathroom, grabbing his tooth brush and begins to brush his teeth.

I laugh internally at how quickly we got comfortable with each other.

Yeah, I know it sounds odd to say that after dating for so long but trust me, moving in together, alone, is a whole other story.

Finishing up, I run my hands under the warm water and wash them before splashing my face and wincing at my not so pleasurable appearance.

Quickly he places his warm lips on my forehead, "You look gorgeous princess." He breathes against my skin.

"I look like I just got ran over three times by a semi." I retort laughing.

"I'd still love you even you got ran over by a semi three times, but princess I have to be truthful, you look stunning." He says one last time his minty breath lingering in the air.

"I'll get breakfast started." He says before slipping out of the bathroom quickly.

I watch as his broad figure retreats down the hall, his back muscles retracting deliciously, his tan skin glowing in the sunrise that shines through the windows.

I tie my hair in a messy pony tail before slipping on one of his large t shirts, my favorite Michigan one that falls a couple inches below my butt.

I trot down the hall happily as I hear music blasting in the kitchen and can already smell the deliciousness he is cooking.

I giggle delightedly as he slides across the hardwood floors in his plaid boxers and sings into the spatula horrendously, whipping his mop of curls back in forth wildly.

He slides up to me, extending his hand, a huge smirk gracing his handsome face before pulling me against his bare chest.

He lets his calloused hands slide underneath my shirt and grip my hips roughly before lifting me into the air spinning me around gracefully.

Everything seems to move in slow motion, as I savor the moment, the utter happiness I am feeling.

He swiftly lowers me to the ground as if I way no more than a feather and pulls one of my hands into his and place his other in the crook of my hip. We begin to dance around the kitchen before the smoke detector rings out and we stumble apart looking at the burning contents on the stove.

A look of fear plastered on his beautiful face, he splashed water over it before collapsing to the floor in a fit of laughter and I join him too.

"I love you Mila." He says in between laughs.

"I love you too baby." I respond truthfully as I have so many times before, "but we really do need to work on your cooking."

"Hey!" He exclaims a fake hurt face on making me smile widely.

Though the same pressure from earlier fills my stomach again and nausea over comes me.

I close my eyes and take deep, slow breaths as my mom always had me do we when I was younger and felt like throwing up.

"Are you okay baby?" DeLuca questions but his voice seems so far away.

I try to nod my head but I immediately regret it as bile rises in my throat and I absolutely know I'm going to throw up.

I rush to my feet and clasp my hand over my mouth rushing to the toilet where I empty the contents of my stomach as he rubs his hand in circular movements on my back, his other hand making sure my loose hairs out of my face.

"It's okay, let it out." He coos as heat fills my body and a second wave of nausea attacks me quickly leaving me utterly sick.

I sit up slowly leaning into him taking deep breaths as I begin to feel a lot better.

"Must have been the salmon from last night." I say weakly smiling up at him and he gives me an unsure look before agreeing.

"As long as you don't have the flu or anything." He says grabbing my hand and helping me up, pressing his lips to my forehead leading me back to the bed as he started getting ready to head out to his internship at a local hospital.

I know.

My once idiotic, "brainless" bad boy really blossomed into an amazing man. Not that he never was but he always had it hidden somewhere underneath the bad boy image he built so thickly.

He decided to work on the children's hospital side, since he loves to work with kids so much which only makes my heart fill even more with the love I hold for him.

"I really don't want to leave you here feeling sick." He says firmly a grimace on his face.

"I'm fine," I say but he still has an unsure look on his face, "I promise. I can even have Liza come over."

Ever since we graduated highschool and finished out our first years of college, Liza and I have stayed extremely close, always hanging out when we can, and an occasional "double date" with her and Graham, though they both still to this day deny their feelings for each other.

Cue large sigh.

"You're sure?" He says again his brows raised.

"Positive." I reply giving him a small smile.

"Text Liza now and make sure she can definitely make it over, since I won't be back till late." He says sitting on the edge of the bed slipping on his shoes.

I send out a text and she immediately replies that she's excited for our girls day in.

"She's coming over soon. Now go save lives bad boy!" I exclaim as cheerfully as I can winking at him and I finally get a smile in return as he smashes his lips against mine.

"I wish I could just stay home today." He grumbles all while still kissing me.

"Me too but you're an important guy with an important job." I state smacking his butt playfully.

"Alright, alright! I'm heading out now, have fun with Liza." He says giving me one last sweet kiss.
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Curled up under the vast amount of blankets in our bed, a tub of ice cream in between my thighs and a bag of chips beside me, I await Liza.

She would've been here sooner but I made her promise to pick me up some pizza and bread sticks from my favorite place.

I've never been this hungry in my life but that puking incident this morning left my stomach emptier than empty.

Finally a knock at the door startles me and I climb out of bed to see Liza on the front steps with two pizzas and a box of bread sticks in hand making my mood lighten immediately.

"I've missed you!" I exclaim trying to hug her as tears begin to pool in my eyes.

"I saw you two weeks ago Mila!" She laughs loudly as I wipe away my tears and hug her tightly.

"I know I just missed you so much!" I exclaim basically dragging her into the bedroom and into the bed where I press play on Gilmore Girls.

"So how are you and Graham?" I ask wiggling my eyebrows at her and she groans in return.

"You know the whole deal. He acts like he likes me one second and the next he's out with some other girls. I'm pretty much over that, I'm looking for sometime permanent like you and DeLuca have." She spills quickly giving me a hopeful smile.

My mood instantly changes to anger as I chew my third piece of pizza roughly, "I swear I'm going to cut of his dick if he keeps playing with your emotions." I yell with my mouth full, probably looking like a toddler.

She laughs along with me, "What's up with you and all of this." She says changing the subject easily motioning around the room.

"Oh I threw up this morning and I just got so hungry so hence the spread of delicious food." I say nonchalantly leaning into the body pillow beside me.

She knits her full brown eyebrows looking at me suspiciously as if she's coming up with a master plan in her head.

"Are you sure you're not pregnant?"

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