A/N: Here's week 8! It was fun one, and, no pun intended, a challenge. This weeks prompt was and 'Anything Goes' drabble challenge. 5 drabbles that can be about any topic or character or time period, but they must connect. I know for sure I went over on a few, but nothing too bad. I'm hoping to expand on this story a lot. 'When' is the big question here. Pester me if you want more, please.

Set Season 12

Enjoy!

Up before the sun, the newlyweds load up their car and head for the airport, through security, and to their flight's gate. They hold hands the entire flight, going into light, fitful naps that don't make up for the lack of sleep the previous night. As they land, he meets her eyes and smiles.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

The rental car line is long, but they eventually get the keys and are off to their hotel.

Once in the room, they have just enough time to freshen up before meeting their case manager.

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His office is covered in pictures of smiling families and were it not for his profession, the couple would have definitely marked him a creep. They sit on hard chairs in front of his desk and sign final paperwork while someone collects the boys from school.

"They're almost here," he says, checking his phone.

She hears them come in, a storm of noise and happiness, and swallows hard, grabbing her husband's hand. The last few seconds last an eternity.

But the running hug he gets from their youngest boy instantly takes away all their nerves.

"Hey, buddy!"

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They spend the first night playing at the hotel pool, she sits back and observes, getting to know her boys; already so in love.

Tyler, the eldest, tough, protective, bossy, loving. The last to fall into their family.

Isaiah, the middle, smart, bookish, kind, cuddly, hates water in his face. Quickly bonds with his new momma.

Jordan, the baby, and instant 'Daddy's Boy', cheeky, clever, sly, sweet smile. The first to declare them a family.

Arastoo settles their fight over the bathroom, sending Jordan into the corner to cool off.

Eventually, they all get tucked into bed.

"I love you."

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They spend the weekend in Mississippi, running all sorts of errands and spending time together. He'll never forget the look on his son's' faces when they walked into the mall and he told them they could get whatever they wanted. All four boys came out sugar high with brand new wardrobes; Cam was just exhausted.

Somehow, they found a Middle Eastern restaurant where Arastoo took them to dinner for their last night. And afterward, Camm schooled them all in a game of Horse at a nearby park.

One last swim before bedtime and an early wake up for their flight home.

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The next morning, everyone was grumpy. In the car, through security, to the gate, on the plane.

But by the time they landed in DC, moods had changed, and all three boys were excitedly looking out the windows at the sights on the ground.

Collecting bags, finding their car out in the lot, nearly losing the keys in the process, driving home. Pulling into the driveway for the first time.

"Welcome Home!"

In true fashion, they were all there: sibling, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, friends. Counters full of food, gifts for the boys.

The best way to welcome them home.