"Oh my god, it's fucking delicious," Damian mumbled. "Mmm, baby girl, give me more of that."
"That's it, I'm waking him up," Dominik said.
Dominik grabbed Damian's shoulder and shook him away. Damian grunted and looked around the car. His four friends were all laughing at him.
"What?" Damian asked.
"Mmm, baby girl, give me more of that," JD said.
"Great, I was talking in my sleep," Damian sighed. "For your information, I was dreaming about her Italian risotto."
"Sure you were," Finn chuckled.
"I was!" Damian said loudly. "It's fucking delicious. No one does saffron dishes like Lusha."
Everyone laughed again and Damian crossed his arms and pouted.
"Tease me all you want. You're just jealous she doesn't cook for you everytime you return home from the road," Damian said.
"True, she is an amazing cook," Rhea said. "You won the lottery there."
"I know," Damian grinned. "Now let me go back to my dreams of saffron and wake me up when we're there."
Damian quickly sent Lusha a text to tell her he was an hour away. He closed his eyes again but couldn't fall back asleep. He listened to them talk for another hour until they finally stopped in front of his house. He opened his eyes and smiled at the sight of the white brick walls and the black roof.
"Home," Damian sighed happily. "Well, see you guys next week."
"Say hello to baby girl from us," JD said.
"Shut up!" Damian laughed. "Work on finding your own girlfriend instead."
"That's mean," JD said.
"You deserve it," Damian said.
Damian reached over and flicked JD's ear with his fingers. JD yelled in pain and Damian jumped out of the car while laughing. He slammed the door before JD could follow and went around to get his bag out of the trunk. When he closed the door, both JD and Dominik were making faces at him inside the car. He laughed and waved at them, and walked up to the front door.
He walked inside and immediately the delicious smell hit him. He dropped his bag on the floor and ran to the kitchen with the biggest smile on his face. There by the stove stood his girlfriend Lusha cooking Italian risotto. Her long, light brown hair was put up in a messy bun. She moved her head to the side and rested her pale blue eyes on him.
"Yes!" He yelled.
He ran to her, scooped her up in his arms, and swung her around.
"Damian!" She laughed.
He kissed her and placed her back down so she could continue stirring the risotto.
"You don't understand. I fell asleep in the car and dreamed you were making this dish," he said.
"Only the best for my man," she winked. "You do love saffron."
"I do," he grinned. "But I love you more."
"I love you too," she said. "Put some plates on the table and let's eat."
He quickly set the table and she served him risotto. He took a bite and sighed happily.
"This is fucking heaven," he smiled. "I love you so much."