| Devin's POV |

We haven't even left town yet, and I miss my babies like mad. Shiloh promised me he'd keep me updated as much as possible. I love the videos and pictures I get while on the road, but it's nothing compared to actually holding them in my arms. On the bittersweet flipside, I've missed the rush of the stage. I can't wait to play live again.

As we walked to our terminal to meet up with the others, I pulled out my phone to check it. Shiloh had snapchatted me. I opened the picture, seeing my angel Lucy playing with the cat. I smiled to myself and screenshotted the picture.

"Oh, fuck." I heard Josh mutter hastily.

I was too preoccupied looking at my phone to see what happened. All I know is suddenly I looked up and Chris was pulling Ricky back from where Vinny and Ryan stood. Vinny was holding his jaw, and Ricky was really fuming. I put two and two together. Damn it, Ricky.

"You slept with me sister!" He shouted, appalled.

"I'm sorry! We were both drinking that night and one thing lead to another. That doesn't mean you have to hit me!" Vinny replied.

"Sweetie," Chris attempted to calm Ricky down.

"Don't sweetie me." He growled, "Don't tell me you're condoning this."

"I never said that. I was going to suggest, you hear him out first. The last thing we need is to start this tour on a bad note. Okay?"

Ricky glared at Chris briefly. He crossed his arms, not wanting to admit his husband was right. Ricky plopped down in a chair and muttered something to himself.

"What was that?" I asked condescendingly.

He huffed, "I'm sorry, Vinny."

"It's okay." He replied, "I'm sorry too. Can we just talk about this?"

Ricky nodded. Chris sat down next to him to make sure he would stay at bay. Vinny sat on the other side of Ricky and began to have a hushed conversation. I leaned against a pillar. I didn't want to sit down because I'm about to have to sit for a few hours on the flight. This is my last chance to really stretch around.

I pulled out my phone to finally reply to Shiloh. I'll get the details of everything from Vinny or Ricky later. Right now, and always, Shiloh comes first. I told him how much I already missed him, then closed out of Snapchat to check my other media. There was music playing on the overhead speakers. "Home Sweet Home" came on just as I saw Shiloh's picture on my phone background. Fuck, it's never been this hard to leave for tour. I mean, it's never easy, but it seems harder this time.

| Chris' POV |

There's days I really appreciate Ricky's feistiness. This, was not one of them. I know he was anger but there was no damn reason he had to hit Vinny. At least it wasn't very hard. Still, what was he thinking? It's hard to believe that just two hours ago I was pulling him off of our drummer and was barely able to keep a hold on him. Because, now, he was fast asleep against me.

Planes are not fun for people with long legs. I sat with one leg up on my knee and this was the most comfortable I could get with a boyfriend using me as a pillow. Lucky, he was hugging my left arm, so my right was free to write. And that's exactly what I did. I wrote about his beauty, his comfort, and his fire. He's my dangerous little angel.

It was another forty minutes until we finally landed in Denver. This was a beautiful city and I looked forward to starting the tour here. Ricky was still asleep and he did look so damn cute. I kissed his forehead, hoping he'd wake up. He stirred a bit and had forgotten for a minute where he was. When he remembered he was on a plane, he sighed and forced his eyes open.

"Morning, Sunshine." I teased him softly.

He groaned, "I'd say a few certain words if there wasn't children on board."

"Look at you, finally getting the hang of not cussing in front of kids. I never thought I'd see the day." Devin teased him from across the isle. He opened his mouth to respond, but Dev cut him off, "Ah-ah-ah, remember to use family friendly words."

Ricky pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. "I am going to slap you." He seethed.

"That's only going to teach them violence." He responded.

"You are not one to be speaking against teaching kids violence. Bella's had to change schools how many times now?" I asked.

He sighed, getting serious about the subject, "Only once, but we've been considering homeschooling her. I don't want to be that parent, but it might be easier. This world just isn't built for same sex families yet."

I heard Ricky sigh and caught him looking at me with sad eyes. We both have been talking about that for awhile, ever since we decided to pursue adopting. It's a difficult reality, but there's unfortunately still a gross amount of parents that don't teach acceptance in their children. When one apple is poisoned, usually the whole tree is.

We did agree to wait a year for adopting, but honestly? I'm not sure I was to wait that long. I'm scared to tell Ricky that. He seemed to prefer the idea of keeping life just us for a little while. We'll see how things go.