It had been a shit day, a shit week, truth be told it had been a shit few months. The house was dark when you pulled into the driveway. The kids were staying at Cesaria’s house and Nick was working late. You sighed. At least there was a cold six pack waiting for you in the fridge. That thought got you out of the car and up the front steps.
“Welcome home mi amada.” Nick’s soft, low voice filled your ears. He slowly crossed the floor to you, smirking.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph, you scared the hell out of me.” You brought a hand to your chest. “I thought you had to work late?”
“Well, I may have fibbed a little. I wanted to surprise you.” Nick pulled you to his chest and kissed your temple. “I knew it was a bad day, so I thought I’d make you dinner and then maybe we can watch a movie.”
“The surprise was a success.” You laughed and patted his chest. “Please tell me that is your grandmother’s Vaca Frita that I smell. I am starving. Didn’t have time for lunch.”
Nick slid his hand down your back, directing you to the kitchen. “It sure is. Go change and I’ll dish up our plates.”
“Still up for a movie?” Nick inquired as the two of you cleaned up after dinner. When you turned, he was fidgeting with a dish towel. His eyes turned up to yours.
As exhausted as you were you couldn’t say no? ”Yep. What are we watching?”
Nick waved his hand in the air. “It’s-it’s just some independent film. Uh, someone recommended it.” Nick seemed nervous, giving you a shy smile.
You arched an eyebrow. “Yeah. Okay, Nick.” Shaking your head you wondered what he was up to. You were hoping you could stay awake through the movie.
Nick grabbed your hand as you headed to the living room. “This way.” He lead you to the backyard. A sheet covered one outside. You noticed a projector set up on a table.
“What are you up to, Amaro?” You asked with one arched brow.
“You’ll see.” Nick grinned back at you. He sat beside you, putting an arm around your shoulders.
Your eyes widened and you gasped. It was a picture of your and Nick’s first date. The picture changed to other candids of you and Nick. When you and Nick moved in together, when you adopted Frankie, vacations, engagement, wedding, pregnancies, and the kids. All set to meaningful songs from your relationship.
Nick squeezed your shoulder when you wiped tears off your cheeks. “Nick. That was…” You brushed tears from your eyes and took a calming breath, “beautiful. How did you do this?”
“I had some help with the editing…”
“Owen.” The two of you said in unison then chuckled.
“That kid is something else,” you mused. “We did real good making those two.”
Nick nodded. “They got the best of both of us. Your smarts and my good looks.”
“That they did.” You dropped your gaze before looking into his eyes. “Thank you for all you did tonight and have been doing. This was better than any night out. I love you, Nicky.”
“My pleasure mi amor. And thank you for loving me not only through my best but my worst.” He took you and hand and gently pulled you over to his lap. “I love you so, so much, Y/N.”
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