A/N: Hello followers and readers of Sing Drabbles, who speaks here is Lu and today I bring you another one shot to the story! I apologize for how short it is, I swear I tried to make it longer.
Anyways, my good friend Andrea O'Down (who is another AMAZING writer, y'all should check her work!) requested me to write a NormanXRosita story under the four-word prompt "Is that my shirt?" and this is what came out!
About prompts/requests/whatever the hell ya wanna call 'em: I'm taking them. I write anything besides Jash and Noodlemoon (as pairings). Just leave me a review, PM, message on deviantART (Lu-Silveira) or Tumblr (WalkingMadness) with your idea and a pairing!
PAIRING: NormanXRosita
Rosita smiled to herself as she got off the bus. Boy, that had been the tour and she couldn't have had more fun. She spent a month living on the road and performing in various show houses around the country, very fun and very tiring. It was good to be back home. She couldn't help but wonder how well Norman had dealt with the kids.
He probably set the house on fire, she thought, letting out a small laugh. With a turn from the doorknob, she was greeted by the room she had missed so much. It was a punch in the gut, though. The room was more tied up than it had ever been, or at least more than she had ever seen. She couldn't help but wonder how did Norman manage that one. Hell, Casper and Rory alone could've destroyed the room before they went to bed.
She quietly went upstairs, careful of her 25 piglets' great hearing. Another surprise: their room was messy, as usual, but not as much as it'd be when she was home. And now she couldn't tell if the kids messed everything up to make her angry, if they had kept it tied up to make her a surprise, or if Norman was a great househusband. She took a peek into their room. He was soundly asleep, probably tired after a long day of work.
Rosita took a seat by his side and gently caressed his forehead. He jumped lightly and looked up at her. She gave him a sweet smile when he sloppily pulled her into his arms, kissing his cheek and cuddling close to him. "Hey, honey."
"How was your tour?"
"Ah, tiring. Moon gave us a week off."
"That's good, honey."
She then cuddled close to her husband and planted a sweet kiss on his forehead. "What about the kids? Were them a handful?"
Norman yawned, pulling her closer. "The kids were great."
Something poked her back and she reached out to check it, surprised when she found her favorite pink t-shirt.
The same shirt she had put on the laundry bin a month ago. "Is that my shirt?" Norman's ears perked up. He popped an eye open to look and nodded. "Honey, it's dirty. Why is it here? Didn't I put it with the other dirty clothes?"
"I took it out."
"Why?"
"It has your smell to it..," he explained. Rosita blushed deeply, silently thanking their dark surroundings for hiding it.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah... I missed you, honey," he yawned out, running a hand along his wife's arm.
That was unexpected. Alright, ever since their marriage she hadn't been away for so long... and of course he was going to miss her, but she didn't expect him to miss her that much. A smile of her own upon her features, she rested her hand above his own.
"I missed you too."
A/N: Well, this is it, folks! (A defining moment in all of our lives. XD) Please drop me a review with your thoughts *heart*
