A/N: Just want a say a quick thanks for the reviews I've been getting! Thanks so much you guys :3
aaaaaand, the words in italics are lyrics from the gorgeous Vanessa Carlton song, "Home". I demand you to go listen to it noooooow XD.
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Prompt 90: Home
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In his first twelve-and-a-half years of life, Lewis wanted only one thing. More than any kid wanted the new superhero action figure for Christmas, or a pony for their birthday. More than anyone could ever want anything, Lewis just wanted a home.
At the time though, the word had only meant so much. A place with four walls, filled with family, love, warmth, and shelter.
So of course, just before turning thirteen, when Lewis discovered the truth of the family he would one day have at long last, he'd been the happiest kid in the world. When Lucille and Bud adopted him, he thought he'd found everything he'd ever wanted.
But something else came of that adventure when he'd met his future family. It had taken quite a bit of time for Lewis to realize it, but he'd found another form of home that he hadn't exactly been looking for. While he had his parents and the love that came with them, there was a new kind of love in his life.
The two were lying next to each other on Lewis' bed. They had the lights out and were on their backs looking up at the starlit night beyond the glass; one of their favorite things to do together. When Wilbur brushes his hand against Lewis', the blond smiles and turns his head.
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For me,
it's a glance.
A smile on your face,
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Amber eyes meet his own, an expression in them so simple yet profound. Something washed over Lewis then, something he couldn't quite explain when he thought about it later, and he wrapped his arms tightly around his partner.
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The touch of your hands,
an honest embrace.
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Lewis remembers the first time he'd hugged Wilbur. But unlike that first, awkward moment, the older boy doesn't hesitate to hug right back. It's instantaneous. He doesn't have to think about it.
And it's here, Lewis knows, in Wilbur's arms, no matter what their consequences, or who they were, that he's truly at home.
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For where I lay, it's you I keep.