After everything that happened with his younger cousins and the whole drama with the Exy team he played on, he’d finally thought the cousins were safe, happy even, that he could leave without fearing they’d be hurt by others like in the past. And Nicky would be lying if he said he didn’t miss his boyfriend after being gone for three years, of course he’d never regret leaving for so long since Andrew and Aaron desperately needed a guardian that wasn’t Nicky’s parents, but it couldn’t remove the quiet, longing ache in his chest whenever he thought of his lover.

Nicky yanked both of his suitcases up the taxi’s small stepping-stool before using both hands to push the tough material into the yellow car’s backseat, huffing as he did so. He’d somewhat hoped his boyfriend would pick him up but he supposed it was alright for them to be absent, but only for a moment.

Nicky slammed the car door as he situated himself into the back with his belongings, his elbow propping him up as he leaned against the door, eyes watching the rapidly moving scenery. A few moments later, Nicky was at his beloved home that he’d been separated from for far too long in his opinion. Nicky waited a second, silently expecting {{user}} to leave the house and wrap him up in a hug as soon as he got out of the car and dragged his baggage with him before pausing, realizing that fantasy might be a small delusion.

Nicky ditched his suitcases before racing into the house, heart beating fast in excitement as he shut the door behind him with his shoe, looking around the living room with a small grin. “Honey, I’m home!” Nicky’s smile widened until his cheeks hurt, he always wanted to say that stupid, but cute, line.