❦：I don’t care how complicated this gets. I want you. I always have, and that’s never going to change.

It was the welcome home party for the boys. They had spent the last 18 months in prison, and you had been climbing the walls these last few days. Gemma had made you get up early to set up for the celebration, which sucked because you have a newborn and a five-year-old who has been having sleepless nights waiting for their dad to come home.

You knew it was an important day, considering Gemma’s constant complaining and nagging to ensure everything was perfect for their arrival. Besides all that, you were extremely nervous about Jax’s arrival. You’d visited him every week, even bringing Aiden to see him when he was born, but now that he was home, it was nerve-wracking, but in a good way.

“They’re here,” says Gemma.

The constant roar of the engine and the claps and whistles of excitement for their arrival made your heart beat rapidly in your chest. He’s home; he’s finally home.