Reunited

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✦Nick✦

"Fun night?" Harold's eyes widen as we step through the doors. Well at least I do since I'm carrying Lauren in my arms. "Bonjour Harold!" She says in a French accent, squirming in my arms. Didn't know she spoke French?

"Hello Miss Brookes," He greets her amusingly. Can't wait till the day she's Mrs. Carver...

"Hope you have a nice evening." He warmly smiles. "Thanks Harold, you too." I tell him stepping into the elevator. I click the button and we move up.

"Woooo I feel like I'm on a roller coaster," Lauren giggles as she leans the side of her head against my chest and makes an airplane motion with her hand. Ya, she had a little too much to drink...

The elevator comes to a stop and it rattles a little. "And she sticks the landing!" She yells jumping out of my arms and making the finishing stance that gymnasts do. My heart melts when she turns around and brightly smiles at me.

She wobbles on her feet and I catch her by her hips. "Alright my little gymnast, let's get you to bed." I scoop her up and throw her over my shoulder. "Well if you don't put this gymnast down soon, she's gonna yack all over your back. Hey! That rhymes!" She then starts laughing uncontrollably.

We finally make it up to the bedroom and I sit her down on the bed. "Oh my gosh!" She gasps. "I forgot to tell Tara that I was leaving! She must be so worried!" She runs up to me and falls into my chest. "Lauren.... She drove us home." I tell her, wrapping her pretty blonde hair behind her ear. "Oh" She makes an 'o' shape with her mouth. I quickly kiss her lips and sit her back down on the bed.

"Wait here, I'll get you some clothes." I tell her. "Ok" She then proceeds to raise her shirt and I quickly run over to stop her. "Woah woah woah. Don't you wanna change in the bathroom? So you're more comfortable?" I ask her.

"What? It's not like you haven't seen my goodies," she laughs and tries again to take her shirt off and I stop her once again. "Actually Lauren I haven't," I let out a low laugh. She looks so cute frowning at me. "But you're my husband," she tilts her head to the side.

I freeze. Like I can't move a muscle. Never thought that just one word could have this effect on me. Her husband... And boy do I love how it sounds on her lips. I honestly think I'm falling harder for this girl. My girl...

"Not yet, but soon, very soon." I lean down and kiss her lips. "Now stay here while I get you something to wear," I tell her and she yawns, nodding her head.

I walk into the closet and grab a t-shirt of mine for her to wear. I walk back into the room and she's laying down on the bed throwing a pillow up in the air and catching it. "I got you something to wear," I say handing her the shirt.

She sits up and raises her arms at me motioning to me to take her shirt off. "Are you sure?" I ask her to be safe. I don't want to make her uncomfortable. "Yes, my arms are tired, hurry." She groans, saking her arms at me.

I grab the band of her shirt, well my jersey which I love on her. I suck in a breath when I see her white lacy bra. When I lift the shirt off her head I see her staring up at me with her lip in between her teeth. "Lauren... You're killing me," I groan and quickly throw the t-shirt over her head. She just giggles in response. Even in her drunk stage she's still a little tease.

She shimmies out of her shorts and flings them across the room with her foot. Well ok then. I tuck her under the covers on her side of the bed. I strip out of my clothes till all I'm left in is my boxers. I walk over to my side of the bed and climb under the covers. The second I turn off the lights and lay down, she menuvers her way to me and wraps her little limbs around me. She tucks her head in the crook of my neck and I wrap my arms around her pulling her closer to me. I could get used to this. I sigh happily.

"I love you," she mumbles against my neck. Every muscle in my body grows tense.

"And I love you," I kiss the top of her head. And I'm not just saying it because she said it. I mean it, I really do. I'm in love with Lauren Brookes.

But does she mean it? She's drunk, I don't even think she knows what she's saying.

I'm not gonna stress about it, I'm just going to enjoy holding her here in my arms, in our bed and in our place for as long as I can.

I wish everyday was like this...

Sorry I know this one was short but I promise the next one will be longer!