I sat on my private jet with something that weighed heavily on my mind. It was something that Daphne had said that I was really thinking about. She had something to me and I didn't even know what it was. This was really getting to me because I didn't even know what she had said at all. Despite her telling me to go to sleep, I stayed up all night contemplating what had been said by her. I was going to get it as soon as I got home. She's going to say 'I told you so' or something along the lines of 'you should've listened to me'. I'm not ready for it. I think I'll hide somewhere, but where? Wait. I'm too tall to hide at all. She'll find me easily and drag me home so she can scold me like a child. I remember when she was making strawberry shortcake for her family and I ate almost half. She was ready to scold me and beat me with a spoon in a split second. She even made me buy the ingredients for it. I still get chills thinking about it until this day.

When my plane had arrived, I hailed a taxi home. I still thought about what Daphne had said. I do not know what had been saidd, but I need to find out so I don't upset her if it had been something important. As soon as the taxi arrived in front of my home, I paid the driver then I got out my things from the trunk. I went to my front door and I opened it. Cristian and Dave greeted me at the door. I chuckled and closed the front door behind me. I petted them both.

"What's up, guys?" I greeted. After letting them for a minute, I went upstairs with my bags. When I got to my room, Daphne was sitting on my bed typing on her laptop. I noticed that she had her hair pulled back into a ponytail with a headband, a Breast Cancer t-shirt, and a pair of shorts that reached her thighs. I walked towards the stairs leading to my bed. She sees me and gets up off the bed. She hugs me and I hugged her back tightly. I inhaled her scent of vanilla and coconut. Oh how I missed her.

"I'm so glad you're back," She said.

"Me too," I responded. We pulled away and I kissed her softly on the lips.

"Was I interrupting something?" I asked.

"No I was just finishing up writing a column," She answered.

"Well don't let me distract you," I said.

"I think that's going to be a little hard considering how you just got back," She bit her bottom lip. I pulled her close to me and I kissed her again. She goes and sits on my bed again to finish typing the article she had. I decided to unpack my bags and place my clothes into the hamper. After that was finished, I sat down my couch and waited until she was finished with writing her article. I leaned my head back and sighed to myself as I relaxed.

When I woke up, I stood up and stretched. I see Daphne walking out of my bathroom.

"Did you finish?" I asked.

"I finished like an hour ago," She replied matter-of-factly.

"Oh," I nodded.

"So what do you want to do now that you're home?" She asked.

"Give you the gift I bought you in London," I answered.

"Oh yeah. I forgot about that," She said.

"It's in my bag," I tell her. She nods silently and plops down onto the couch. I go straight to my other bag and I get out the medium sized blue velvet box. I smiled softly to myself as I looked down at the box. I walked away from my bag and towards Daphe who was scrolling through messages on her phone. I held the box behind my back as I stood in front of her. She looks up at me from her phone and then she locks it.

"I don't know if you like things like this or not, but I really hope you'll lie to me to spare my feelings if you don't," I murmured.

"Samuel, it's the thought that counts," She giggled.

"That's what everyone says until they go talk to other people," I said.

"Samuel, calm down," She rolled her eyes.

"I'm just saying," I tell her.

"I'm just saying that you need to give me the damn box," She shot at me. I placed my free hand on my chest and took a step back with an offended look on my face.

"Well I never," I said.

"Please give me the present," She muttered. I chuckled and took the box from behind my back. I handed it to her and she took it from me. Slowly, she opened the box to reveal what was inside. When she saw it, her face lit up completely.

"Sam, it's beautiful," She genuinely smiled.

"I had a little bit of hope that maybe you'd like this present," I murmured.

"Like it? I love it, Sam. Thank you so much," She said.

"You're welcome," I responded smiling back. She closed the box and stood up. She puts it on my dresser and I looked at her in confusion.

"You thought that I was going to put it on right now?" She asked.

"Mhm," I nodded.

"Sam, I don't feel like going anywhere right now considering how you just got home. I just want you all to myself," She explained. My face split into a broad grin.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Cuddle with you," She answered.

"That'll be fun considering how I've missed my human pillow," I joked.

"If that's how you think of me then I'll just cuddle with Dave," She said. I walked over and hoisted her over my shoulder. I carried her up to my bed and set her down gently. She laughed and I got onto bed with her.

"You are so jealous," She giggled.

"I'm jealous because they got to spend more time with you than I did," I replied.

"At least they didn't go on a business trip," She remarked.

"Ouch," I placed both hands over my heart, "That hurt, Daphne. That really hurt." She laughed again.

"Drama queen," She said in a sing-song voice.

"I'll show you a drama queen," I said. I got on top of her and started tickling her. She laughed uncontrollably as I tickled her.

"Sam....stop..." She said between laughs.

"Not until you apologize," I tell her.

"No," She continued laugh.

"Then I won't stop," I replied. I countined tickling her until she started to smack my arm. I'm not going to lie, that smack hurt. I rubbed my arm to try and get rid of the stinging pain.

"Why do you have man hands?" I asked.

"What?" Her whipped around to look at me. If her head turned any faster, she would've broken her neck.

"Nothing," I answered.

"Mhm. That's what I thought," She said. She gets off the bed for a moment and then she grabs her phone from the couch.I moved up on the bed towards the pillows.

"What happened to cuddling?" I asked.

"I'm coming back, you big baby," She answered, "Hold your britches."

"Who says britches anymore?" I queried.

"I do," She murmured.

"You sound like my grandmother," I replied.

"And you sound like a smart ass," She quipped.

"Such a mean person, "I softly said.

"Such a sensitive man," She shot back.

"What the heck? How did you hear that?" I queried.

"Just like my grandmother, nothing gets past me," She answered. She walks towards my bed and she climbs onto it. She lies down onto the bed and starts to get comfortable. I changed positions to where I was resting my head onto her chest.

"Why are you lying your head right there?" She questioned.

"Because it's so comfortable," I answered.

"You sound like a pervert," She said.

"No I do not," I murmured.

"Yes you do," She countered. I wrapped my arms around her and she wrapped hers around me. We both feel asleep in each other's arms.