It was finally December, and I was on my way home. I couldn't wait! I've been away from my home, and my love for far too long. I laid my head back on the headrest, and looked out the window. Everything from the airplane looked so small. I sighed, and ran my hands through my hair. Tommy looked over at me, and I looked over at him. He knew how excited and happy I was. I wanted to text my love so bad, but the airplane had no reception. I pulled out my phone, and just stared at it.

"Adam, just relax, it's not much longer," Tommy said.

I looked over at Tommy, "How much longer?"

Tommy sighed, and just shook his head. I pursed my lips, and stared out the window again. Tommy didn't understand. No one did.

My lover and I have been together for a while. Six years. I was still in love with him as much as I was when I first met him six years ago. We've broken up, and then got back together. The longest we were apart was for about three months when I was on Idol. We got back together after Drake broke up with me. My baby made me whole. I couldn't see myself with anyone else but him. He was my absolute everything.

I sighed, and smiled thinking about him. He had the prettiest brown eyes, and brown hair. My baby was short and thin. He was everything I could have ever asked for and wanted. He was exactly my type. I trusted him with my whole entire life. He was not only my boyfriend, but my best friend in the whole world—either than Danielle. I let out another sigh, and put my chin in my hands.

I just wanted to be home, not on this stupid plane. Or at least be able to text my baby. I frowned, and sighed for probably the fifteenth time. Time felt like it was taking forever! I started to drum my fingers on the arm rest, and tap my foot. Tommy sighed loudly, obviously annoyed.

"Is it going to take much longer until we land? I'm getting tired of hearing Adam sigh every ten seconds," Tommy groaned.

I just rolled my eyes, and scoffed. Excuse me for being in love, and happy. Tommy was jealous. He was jealous because he didn't have anyone.

"Actually, it won't be much longer. Within the hour we should be pulling into LAX," we heard the pilot say. We were on a private jet, everyone could hear everything. So, in a way, it really shouldn't be called a private airplane/jet/what have you. An hour is what was left. An hour until I see my baby. I felt like squealing with delight, but Tommy would get pissed. I should just do it to piss him off. Tommy and I don't despise each other or anything, I just like picking on him when I'm bored and lonely. Its fun because he get's annoyed so easily! I chuckled to myself, and he looked over at me. I lifted an eyebrow, and he looked away from me.

I sighed, and leaned my head against the back of the chair, and closed my eyes. Maybe if I could sleep, the hour would pass. I couldn't sleep, though, I was too excited. I keep saying that, and to be honest, I was getting on my nerves. That was possible, right? Oh well, it is now. A dreaded hour later, the plane was descending. I gripped the arm rests, and held myself down from jumping. I wonder if he was at the airport, or waiting for me at home? I wanted both. I wanted him waiting at home so I could just tackle him, and...You get the picture. I wanted him to be at the airport so I could pick him up in my arms and kiss him in front of everyone. Not giving a damn who was staring.

The plane finally landed, and the seat belt sign went off. I practically ripped off my seat belt, and stood up. Everyone was moving slowly, and it was bothering me. I groaned, and pushed everyone out of my way. I got a few complaints, but they would deal. I carried my book bag—it was the only carry-on I took. I put one strap over my shoulder, and walked off the plane.

I pushed my hair out of my face, and looked around. No sign of him. I sighed, and put my head down. He was probably at home waiting for me. I smiled at that thought. I stared down at my feet, and sighed. I couldn't wait to get into my car, and go home. My car, my home, my baby. That's all I needed in this world. Besides my music and fans of course! Being home with my baby was so much different.

"Adam!" I heard my name. Probably just a fan. I looked up, and stopped in my tracks. It wasn't a fan, not even close.

"Brad!" I yelled back.

My baby was here, running towards me. I started running towards him; I dropped my book bag somewhere behind me. I could feel tears of happiness running down my cheeks. He threw his arms around my neck, and I threw my arms around his waist. I lifted him off the ground and kissed him. Oh my god, my baby. He grabbed onto my hair, and kissed me back. Our tongues fought for dominance, neither of us caring who won. I could taste his tears, and I'm sure he could taste mine. I was home, and my baby was in my arms.

I didn't give a fuck who was staring and who was taking videos and pictures. I didn't want to think about it, and I wasn't going to. I set him down, and we stopped kissing. However, our faces stayed close to each other. I stared into those brown eyes I loved so much, and I knew for sure that I was home.

"God, I've missed you, Adam," He sighed.

I smiled at him, "Baby, you don't have any idea how much I missed you. I was driving everyone crazy on the plane."

He smiled at me, and I kissed him once. We both smiled, and he grabbed my hand. The familiar warmth of electricity and the warmth of his hand sent a chill up my spine. I loved it.

"Let's go home."

Hello! :D this story was originally going to be a one shot, but it was too long. :)

U guys dont mind, right? ;D
the idea for this story goes to lambliff14 on twitter. thanks bb3