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A/N:I came across my old stories the other day and realized they were in horrible shape. I had to fix them. Not sure if anyone still reads these but I am hoping so! Feedback or not I am going to finish this story! Let me know what you think

HOME

You never realize how much you like being home until you're sitting outside of your house after a hard day at work. Even though I've been calling this home for the past 10 years, I still can't believe it is mine. I still feel the same as the day we moved in, two excited kids ready to start their lives together.

I get out of my 2007 blue mustang and smile at the "click click" of the car alarm. It has finally hit me that I am officially home for an entire weekend with nothing but my family to keep me occupied. Before I go inside I look around at my neighborhood. Every house is set up exactly the same, except each painted a different color with different names on the mailbox. As I look around I notice that each house has a fancy car in the drive way. I take a look at my own house, with its green shutters and purple plants in the front. I shake my head as I see my children's bikes all laying the drive way, knowing that when I take the trash out later I'll be cursing up a storm as I trip over them, but for now it's not a worry of mine. I take one last look around and smile to myself realizing that I have done well for my family.

I know what you're thinking. Who wants to hear about how great my life is, but let me tell you it has taken a long time for me to feel that my life is anything near perfect. Nothing has been since I moved here 14 years ago. But that's when I met her and my entire life changed.

I am Spencer Carlin-Davies, and I am 30 years old and a professor at a CSU. Something about teaching and enhancing others minds always intrigued me. I guess it's because I always had an open mind so I felt that I should open others to. As I walk through the door I am hit with the most amazing smell of spaghetti and roses, I immediately relax. This is what being home feels like, I take off my shoes and shake my head as I look at the pairs of shoes sitting on the shoe rack. They are all shapes and sizes, from Dora the explorer light up shoes to Ashley's stilettos .I can't help but think to myself that maybe, just maybe we went a little over board with our shoe collection. I laugh about this a little as I make my way to our kitchen to see what the families up to. As I get closer my stomach starts to flip into knots and I wonder how she still manages to do this to me after all these years. Standing in front of me totally oblivious to me being there is the women I fell in love with 14 years ago. Ashley Davies. I creep closer and lean on the wall out of sight, I love just standing back and watching my family. It is almost like a fairy tale, watching the woman I love and my mini me's interact. A wave of peace engulfs my whole body as I watch what they do when they think I am not looking.

Ashley is cooking dinner, she would never admit it but she loves to cook. Her brown curls are up in a messy ponytail as her bangs fall into her face. A very different look from the rock star everyone knows her to be. Yes I married THE Ashley davies. She can be a little crazy sometimes but since being on medical leave for our youngest I love seeing the softer side of my brown eyed girl.

I then laugh to think about when she first started cooking. She helped my dad out after we moved into her loft. My dad insisted that she know how to cook for me, and ever since then she does it whenever she gets the chance. She's making spaghetti tonight, simply because, it's my favorite. It's the little things that make me love her the most. I watch as I see her with a "kiss the cook" apron on, fumbling around the kitchen while our 1 year old daughter is sitting on the floor banging pots and pans and our 7 year old daughter is setting the table. My wife and I have 3 beautiful children, two girls and a boy. We didn't expect to have that many, but it is a combination of our love for each other and I wouldn't trade any of them for the world.

"MOMMMMMMMYYYYY"! I hear screamed behind me, I turn around just in time to catch my 4 year old son as he jumps into my arms. "Hi buddy" I say as I embrace him into a hug. "I had the coooolest day mommy, Mrs. Dowling told us all about dinosaurs and I got to write my name on the board because I knew what 2 +2 was, its 4 mommy!" I laugh a little at his innocence ."Really bud I didn't know!" I say as we walk into the kitchen with the rest of the family.

I feel chocolate eyes on me and as always a smile escapes my lipe. " Hello girls" I say as I put my son down, I am immediately pounced on by a blonde and a brunette and not the older one either. "Hi mommy!" they both announce as they hug my legs for dear life. "Hello again girls, something smells great." I smile at my kids

"I cooked it mommy" My 7 year old announces with a huge smile on her face.

"Well young lady you did have a little help" I look up to see Ashley leaning on the counter, looking as beautiful as smiles at me and crinkles her nose, something that has always made me go weak in the knees. I didn't even realize I was in front of her until she speaks.

"Well hello professor" she says as she wraps her arms around my waist.

"Ewe their going to kissh" I hear my son lisp out making us both blush and giggle. Kids somehow always manage to kill the moment don't they?

"Yes young sir we are" is the last thing I hear before I feel lips I have waited all day to be on. I swear her lips could cure anything; I seem to fade away from my time as I kiss her I feel 16 again making out in my parents' kitchen with the danger and suspense filling the air knowing we could be caught at any moment. And then just like that she breaks the kiss, leaving me begging for more, but realizing all of that will come later.

"Hi baby" I smile a very childish smile, something she's grown accustomed to over the years.

"I missed you guys! it gets very boring listening to adults wine about grades all day long I think I am going to go crazy!" I say as I run over and tickle my children to hear them squeal with laughter.

As we sit around the table getting ready to pray. Yes we pray every night before dinner. Ashley is never happy about it, but it gives us a reason to hold hand with the kids around. It is also something I did every night growing up. I always smile as I watch even the baby who is just learning how to interact with us grab my sons hand. After we pray and I listen to each of my children and Ashley talk about their day I sigh with relief. I really am blessed with an amazing rock star wife, three amazing, very different children, and a wonderful job. Life always has its ups and downs but for today I wouldn't want my life any other way.