Voicemail: “I managed to get an earlier flight, it’s friday night so i guess you’re in the office, call me back if you want to welcome me home.” or something similar with Sonny. Xxxxxxx thank you ❤
You had been staring at the text heavy page of an open file on your desk until you felt your eyes begin to burn from the strain. “Just one more page” you told yourself, but one more page really meant one more hour as you kept losing your place, rereading the same paragraph over and over again.
Clearly, you weren’t going to be productive any more tonight. Sighing deeply, you tossed your glasses into your bag, promising to head into the office early tomorrow morning to finish up those files.
As you made your way outside, cruising down the steps to your subway platform, you checked your phone for any new messages or emails before you lost your connection underground.
Your stomach dropped when you saw two missed calls, a text message, and a voicemail from Sonny. He had been gone for almost two months now, working as a consultant for the FBI about a possible serial killer in DC who they believe started out in Manhattan.
What if he was hurt somewhere, all alone? You didn’t want to think about Sonny, gasping for air as he made his last call to you, leaving a voicemail to let you know he wouldn’t be coming home.
Your hands shook as you pressed play, holding the phone to your ear.
“Hey doll! I managed to get an earlier flight, it’s Friday night so i guess you’re in the office, call me back if you want to welcome me home.”
As the phone clicked off, your body relaxed, confirmation that your fiance was safe and sound. You knew you were overly paranoid sometimes, but you weren’t ignorant to the risks Sonny put himself in every day. You let out a breath of relief, only for you to gasp in the realization that Sonny told you he was on his way home over an hour ago and you were waiting at the completely wrong station.
Sprinting back up the stairs, you hailed a cab, grateful that Sonny had texted you a photo of his flight itinerary.
With just minutes to spare, you rushed into the airport toward his flight’s baggage claim, arriving at the exact same time Sonny stepped off the escalator, brow furrowed as he checked his phone. Your heart clenched at the thought of Sonny scrolling through his unread messages, hoping he had a text from you saying “of course, I’ll be there” but finding nothing instead.
Sonny looked up, searching for your face in the crowd, a smile so bright it rivaled the sun spreading across his face when he saw you, chest heaving from running and joyful tears running down your flushed cheeks. He dropped his bag beside him, outstretching his arms and waving his fingers as if to say, “come here, doll”. You didn’t need convincing. Leaping into his embrace, he held onto you tightly, spinning the two of you around as he buried his head into the crook of your shoulder.
“God, I’ve missed you.” Sonny whispered, pulling back to trail his eyes down your body and back up, meeting your gaze. “Missed you so much.” He pressed his lips to yours, softly at first, growing in intensity as the need that had been building over the past month and a half rose to the surface, boiling over.
“You have no idea.” you laughed, wiping away the remainders of your tears. “Welcome home, baby.”
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