(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) you went on a girls trip with your closest friends. it's something you do once or twice a year– just you girls, no boyfriends, fiances, husbands, or even kids that some of them have.

you had the best time between malta and ibiza– nights of dancing, drinks, clubs, meeting new people, eating a lot, and tanning for hours at the beach... the only one that wasn't enjoying this trip was your boyfriend, damiano. you've dated for six years but he's still not used to not having you for a couple of weeks, he's extremely dependent, close and clingy to you so this time is always death sentence to him.

you know you don't even need to ask him to pick you up at the airport at this point, you know he'll be there. and here he is, impatiently waiting for you to walk out those doors– holding a bouquet of peonies, and your favorite starbucks order; an iced caramel macchiato with oat milk, extra caramel drizzle, and light foam, plus a chocolate croissant. he always acts like you left for a year, and you love it because that's what makes your damiano, damiano.

he spent the whole day cleaning the apartment, even gave the cats a bath and bought new bedding... he has everything ready to run you a bath, cook your favorite dinner and spend hours cuddling you, even if you're jet lagged. he won't leave your side for at least the next month. he's just an excited puppy waiting for his owner to be back... quite literally.

you walk to the arriving area with a smile, looking around for him and when you spot him, you walk faster. if he had a tail he'd be surely moving it right now, he leaves the bouquet, cup and food bag on the floor and goes to you.

"amore!" he picks you from the floor as soon as he's closer to you, he spins you around.

you laugh, taking your sunglasses off, holding onto him. "hi, baby."