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"Y/N, honey!" I heard my mom shout as I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom that I used to share with my 3 brothers back when I lived home. As soon as I heard her, my reflex was to spit out the minty toothpaste goop and into the sink and rinse my mouth with water. Quickly, I gargled the mouthwash and spat that out after a good 30 seconds.

I didn't even care if I was in my pajamas and I wasn't scared of embarrassing myself, so I went downstairs to face my mother while I was wearing my onesie that had resembled a puppy. Following my instincts, I followed the smells of the food that she was preparing for the dinner and found her in the kitchen. Hey, I had flown to Charlotte with Morgan from Toronto and it was a pretty tiring flight. And the first thing I did as soon as I stepped foot inside my childhood home was put on one of my pajamas and head straight to bed. No matter what the time was.

"Yeah, Mom?" I asked her as I stepped into the kitchen and she turned around to face me. "And before you mention it, yes I will change out of this..."

"Good to know..." She nodded before her attention went back to the cooking process. "Can you help me out with something please?"

Nodding my head, I looked at her for a reply. "Yeah, of course! What do you need help with, Mom?"

"Your father and I are very busy with the preparation for the dinner and we were supposed to pick your brothers up from the airport..."

"Do you want me to pick them up from the airport?" I looked at her and I didn't get an answer. All I got from her was a finger pointing towards her car keys, which were laying on the granite kitchen countertop.

She nodded her head and added one more sentence, "you can take Morgan along too. Give him a tour of the area surrounding Charlotte while you're at it!"

"Alright, thanks Mom!"

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Morgan had agreed to tag along to the airport with me, which was a good thing, considering it was about a 30-45 minute drive away from where I grew up. Once we had reached the airport, I had parked the car in the short-term parking lot, when it was a good time to get out of the car and get inside the airport.

Morgan held my hand with a death grip and I didn't let go of it, especially since I didn't want him to be lost within the masses of the outgoing and incoming passengers. Once we had gotten to the baggage claim, we sat down on the seats that were conveniently located across from the carousels that circulated the luggage around.

Seconds turned into minutes. Then the minutes turned into an hour and they still haven't shown up yet... I decided to take my phone out and quickly send my mom a text.

'They still haven't shown up yet... 😐'

'Corey and Justin are supposed to come to where you and Morgan are, within the next five minutes... And Kyle is supposed to will be there as soon as his flight lands within that timeframe also... 😬 Can you wait that long, Y/N?'

'Alright, thanks for the heads-up, Mom. I'll see you within the next hour. Talk to you later. ☺️'

'Love you, sweetheart. Thank you for doing this again.'

'No probs, Mom. And I love you too.'

I slid my phone into the pocket of my jean shorts before I felt someone tapping me on the shoulder. Turning around, I looked at Morgan and all he did was point north. Looking at the direction he was pointing towards, I saw two familiar people who were getting their luggage. They had flown into the Charlotte area all the way from Los Angeles, well, another one of them was flying in from Seattle and I had flown in from Toronto, where I lived with Morgan. It was slightly hard to hang out altogether as a family since Morgan had a work schedule for hockey from about late Septemeber-early October up until the beginning of April. And they had a work schedule for baseball with winter training and the regular season and all that.

As soon as they turned their heads around, one of them noticed that I was there in front of them.

"Y/N!" They cheered as I smiled at them and gave them a friendly wave.

"Corey! Justin! Haven't seen you guys since Easter!" I giggled as I felt Corey pick me up off the ground and give me a hug.

After Corey set me back down on the ground, Justin had also given me a hug. I was short compared to them, well mostly Corey, since he was the tallest of the three with him being around 6'4".

"Hey, Morgan! It's great to see you again!" Justin and Corey did their usual secret handshake that they had with Morgan. They also gave him a bro hug and that was around the time when Kyle and his family had arrived at where we were located for the past hour or so. They were fetching their luggage from the carousel and when Kyle had noticed us 4 talking amongst ourselves.

"Hey! How are y'all doing?" The oldest of the three brothers, Kyle, walked up to where we were standing and smiled at us.

"We're doing good. Did your plane land just now?" I asked him as I gave him a hug. He nodded his head as an answer to the question.

"Did yours and Morgan's land a few minutes ago too?" Kyle asked me and I shook my head.

"No...Let's see...It's 5:00 right now and we landed here at 10:30 and we left Toronto at 8:30...So, that would be 6 hours and 30 minutes since we've last been here." I mumbled as I calculated the math within my mind.

"Alright, we should probably head home or else, Mom is going to panic about where we've been and I certainly do not want a repeat of what happened at Easter last year...." Corey muttered to himself as he grabbed his luggage and looked at the rest of us, who all had looks of confusion written on our faces. "What?"

"What happened at Easter last year, Cor?" Justin frowned as he couldn't recollect the memory when I remembered what happened.

"Oh...Are you talking about the car breaking down at the gas station and us being stranded there for hours?" I shook my hand in the air and he nodded his head. "Alright, setting that memory aside...We can head home if you guys want."

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"Hey. Sorry I took so long at the airport, Mom..." I hugged her as soon as I entered the house and made way for the boys to enter.

"Well, it's good timing that y'all arrived right now because dinner is officially ready as soon as Dad sets up the grill!" Was the response that she said before getting cut off by all the cheers from us about the food. What can I say? Everybody loves food!

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"I am so full..." I groaned as I pushed the plate away from me towards the center of the table.

"Yeah, me too." Morgan agreed with my statement and copied my action of pushing the plate away.

"Me three."

"Me four."

"And me five...."

I wasn't sure who said what, but I was pretty sure that all three of the boys commented how full their stomachs were and how they couldn't take another bite of their food. While we all rested our heads on the table since we were feeling lethargic, I saw someone bring out some dessert (which was a cake) and that made me groan even more.

"I'd really love some dessert...But I can't take another bite of anything for the rest of the night..."

"Screw my full stomach, I'll have 5 slices of the cake, Mom..." Corey lifted his head up from the table and reached for another plate and decided to serve himself the copious amount of cake slices.

"Are you kidding me, Cor?" I looked up at him and all he did was shrug his shoulders at me.

"Come on! It's cake and cake should not ever be wasted!"

"Whatever you say, bro...All I'm going to say is good luck with the stomach ache for tomorrow."

"Ha ha ha, very funny, Y/N..."

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- Priya :)