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. Four years away from home, and now I'm w

ss, so it wasn't terrible, but even with the extra legroom and decent food, I was more than ready to be off

of my luggage, which let's be honest was probably more than I ne

s and maybe even a welcome-home sign. But instead, my eyes landed on a man in a dar

feur. Of

ile. Without saying much, he gave a respectful nod, took my bags effortlessly, and

o. Ser

wanted to make

t arriving

, the massive house I grew up in came into view, standing just

feet seemed to know exactly where to go straight up the stairs and into my old roo

ch," I mumbled dramatica

een, huh?" a familiar voi

yl

ching myself at him, knocking us b

he gr

e a pro," I said, grinning. "Pretty sure

," I said, giggling as I

gh but hugged me back well, mor

ister," he said in a r

asped as he finally released me. I rolle

ed, pushing myself up. "I

he laughed, gett

brother, and I could immed

ere covered in tattoos. His hair had darkened, and he looked... well, a

" I paused, studyin

a grin. "You, on the o

with a smirk. "I was goi

amatic eye roll

ting along just fine," my mother's

could feel her tears soaking into my shoulder. The familiar scent of her

sniffled, pulling back slightly

ears at bay. We pulled apart, and she gently ran her fin

ous," she smiled, her eye

told I looked awful today." I shot a glance at Dylan, wh

" he teased with

ed him in the arm, my hand feeli

d dramatically. "

giggled, her voice light but stil

know better by now." She shook her head, but the smile on her face

a grin, wrapping my arms around Dylan in a tight hug. We both flashed her chees

from Dylan and glancing around the

ad an important meeting

nod. "Well, I don't know ab

d, rubbing his sto

the kitchen," Mom

ted, his footsteps thudding a

smell of something warm and b

els so good