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There wouldn´t be a place to call home. Not yet. Sure they didn´t have anymore people to fear, but that doesn´t mean fate would just hand over everything they wanted. ´We´ll stay in hotels´. Luka had promised a home eventually. But not here anyway.
¨Here?¨ The had looked up in the mirror at the driver´s laid-back gaze. Luka nodded. It wasn´t the best hotel but it was something.
Luka shifted to the edge of the tan clothed seats and exited, walking around to Adrien´s side to open his door with a playful bow. Adrien grinned. Luka knew how to make hell into something comforting.
¨It´s like a motel.¨ And it did resemble one in fact. There was only one queen bed, but Luka didn´t seem to mind. Adrien hadn´t seemed to mind either. Of course they didn´t.
¨Where to after?¨ Luka looked up from the magazine he had plucked from the front desk hours before. ¨I dunno.¨ Luka watched Adrien. ¨Why?¨ Adrien sat on the floor next to Luka, their shoulders brushing. ¨I dunno, I´m just to caught up in the future, and what happens next.¨ Luka smiled softly and brushed his gentle thumb on Adrien´s cheekbone. ¨I promise everything will be all right, but let´s focus on us right now.¨ But could a promise be truly kept?
The sun made Luka stir in his sleep. His eyes fluttered and he knew he should get up, but his tiredness was like a sickness. But alas, he reluctantly stretched his way up and into the kitchen, where the scent of pancakes and coffee lingered. His heart melted at the sight of his beloved making breakfast just for the two of them. He returned the favor with a kiss and a hug from behind. ¨Morning sleepyhead.¨ They both smiled at each other. ¨I made you breakfast.¨ Luka chuckled. ¨I can smell it. It smells wonderful, Adrien.¨
The sat with comfortable silence, until their plates were licked clean and their stomachs were like overfilled balloons. Adrien was the first to stand, standing close to Luka, just gazing with those priceless emerald eyes. Luka adored this moment, so he clashed his mouth against Adrien´s, tasting a second breakfast way sweeter than the first one. ¨I love you, Adrien..¨
A knock came to the door, startling both Adrien and Luka. “Luka? Adrien?” They froze in shock of the voice, Nathalie.