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Shivers ran through your body despite the Louisiana heat. You approached the Wilson family’s front door with trepidation, and maybe a little bit of hope. The sky was cloudy and gray, heat lightning crackling in the distance. You knocked softly on the door and waited, swallowing down the lump in my throat.
Sarah answered the door. “(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” she asked as she looked you over. Admittedly, you did not look great; your hair was an unbrushed mess and you had thrown on the closest clothing available, covering up with Sam’s leather jacket that he loaned you.
“Hi, Sarah.” You managed a wobbly smile. “Is Sam here? I didn’t have time to call—”
The man himself came up behind Sarah, looking concerned as soon as he saw you. “(Y/N)?”
Almost immediately, tears began to well up in your eyes and you pressed your lips together to keep from sobbing. You gave him a little wave, though.
Sam and Sarah shared a look. “I’ll give you two some privacy,” she said, and turned around to retreat into the house. Sam stepped out onto the porch and shut the door behind him.
As soon as the door was closed, you burst into tears. “Oh, baby,” Sam cooed softly. He opened his arms for you, and you practically fell against him, sobbing into his chest as his arms closed around you. “Come here, come sit down.” He pulled you over to the porch swing, keeping his arms around you the whole time. He let you cry against him until you ran out of tears and gently stroked your arm. “You wanna tell me why you showed up on my doorstep like a sad little puppy?”
You laughed, the sound more of a hiccup than anything. “Things have been… Rough,” you croaked, your voice gravelly from crying. “I just. Needed this.”
Sam pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah,” he said understandingly. “That’s okay.”
You rubbed your face into his shirt and took a deep breath. “Thanks, Sam,” you sighed
He hugged you closer and pressed multiple kisses to your forehead, the sensation making you laugh. You gently grabbed his face and gave him a proper kiss. Sam was warm and wonderful as always, and when he smiled, you smiled. “I love you,” he mused.
“I love you, too.” You kissed him again. Resting your head against his shoulder, you reached for the arm not around your shoulders. You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers together. You squeezed his hand gently. “You’re the best,” you told him.
“Me?” he asked. “I think you’re talking about yourself, baby.” His nose pressed against your forehead and then he kissed between your eyebrows.
You laughed and then threw your arms around his neck, giving him the lovey-dovey treatment and pressing kisses all over his face. “How are you the best boyfriend ever?” you asked.
“Because I have you as a partner,” Sam answered easily.
You groaned and rested your head against his chest, listening to him chuckle. “You’re such a cheeseball,” you told him.
“Uh-huh,” he agreed. Sam squeezed your shoulders. “You want something to drink? Why don’t you stay a while? Sarah’s making dinner, and I know she won’t mind adding another plate to the table.”
“I dunno, I have work I have to do…”
“Stay,” Sam insisted, tilting your chin up. He kissed you and you melted against him.
“Yeah,” you breathed. “Okay. I’ll stay.”