𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤

𝕗𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕪-𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣

Two days later, Spot is back home! Albert will still be on vacation for New Years, which kind of upsets me, but as long as he's happy, I'm happy.

But of course, as soon as I saw Spot, I wrapped him in the biggest hug imaginable, kissing him.

"Jesus, Toni, I haven't been gone that long!" He laughs.

"I know. Missed you." I rest my chin on the top of his head. "Short fuck."

He elbows me in the side for that, causing us both to laugh.

"Say that again and I'm divorcing you."

"Spottie we're not married yet."

"We're a little married."

"I know. And I love it." I say, kissing him again.

We decide to go to my house, since his family is homophobic. It still pisses me off how uneducated they are, and I brush it off as I enter the house. No one else is home, so we climb on the couch, looking for a movie to watch.

Once we decide on one, we relax in each other's arms. There are barely any words exchanged, just touch. It's comforting, and I eventually stop watching the movie, burying my face in the crook of Spot's neck. My love language is touch, what can I say?

"Toni, are you watching?" I give him a hum in response, putting my legs over his lap. "I'm taking that as a no." He giggles, stroking the back of my head. My whole body softens, and all of my problems disappear, for just a moment.

But of course, we eventually hear the door unlock. In comes Medda and Charlie. I'm assuming Jack is with Davey. Charlie sees us cuddling on the couch and smirks.

"That's kinda gay." He jokes. "Get a fucking room." I sit up and playfully slap him on the arm. He responds with a pillow to my face, which causes me to fall back into Spot's lap.

"Spot's just watching this shit go down like "What the fuck-""  Charlie gets cut off by Spot throwing a pillow at him, almost causing him to fall off of his crutches. "Oh. It's. On."

And that's how a pillow fight breaks out. Spot ends up winning, of course. We're all laughing our asses off.

"And the winner is, Shit Condom!" Charlie announces through wheezes.

"The fuck did you just call me?" Spot turns to Charlie, grabbing another pillow.

"NO FUCK I'M SORRY PLEASE SPARE ME MY LIFE!" Charlie begs, trying not to laugh. That doesn't stop Spot from throwing a pillow at his face. "Asshole." At this point, I'm laughing so hard that I'm crying.

And this is when Jack comes home with Davey. He stops in his tracks after seeing Charlie and I in the floor, Spot standing over us with three pillows in his hands, and all of us laughing.

"Do I wanna know?" Davey sighs.