So here it is! The first chapter of LMS sequel! As I said this will be an mpreg so just a warning before we get started. I really hope you enjoy it! :)

-Seto's POV-

I woke up, encased in warmth, the late morning light filtering in through the thin curtains, a soft breeze in the air around me.

I looked across to the source of my personal hot water bottle and smiled.

My husband laid there, a perfectly calm and serene expression on his face sleeping next to me. Brice. My husband.

I closed my eyes, thinking back to the wedding ceremony just two weeks ago, how everything seemed to have gone by in a blur.

I sighed, a lazy smile on my face as I watched him sleep like the creep I am, his strong, protective arms wrapped around me holding me tight.

I slowly leaned up and kissed his cheek, gasping in surprise when he opened his fiery blue eyes, gazing at me sleepily, a small smirk on his face.

"Morning baby." He mumbled, his voice deep and sexy, closing his eyes again and snuggling closer to me, if that was even possible.

I giggled, still looking up at him, glued to his broad chest. "Morning." I replied, craning my head to look at the alarm clock.

I nudged Brice, rolling my eyes as he let out a displeased groan and rolled over with a grunt.

"Brice, it's 11:30, we need to start packing." I whispered, shaking him gently. He groaned again, before sitting up, rubbing his face and stretching his arms.

I sat upas well, and got out of bed, wincing, then grimacing in pain as I remembered last night. It was he last day of our honeymoon, so we wanted to make it... memorable...

Brice chuckled at me and tapped my behind, while I shot him a glare and flipped him off as I limped to the bathroom to shower.

Once I had finished in the bathroom, I went back to the bedroom, pulling on a pair of boxers and jeans, since my back was still a bit achy.

They were rather loose, and hung pretty low on my hips, so I assumed they were Brice's. Damn his huge sexy ass body.

I pulled out my suitcase and put it on the bed, resting my hands in my hips as I scanned around the room, thinking about the best way to fit everything back in.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist, and I was pressed up against a toned, muscular chest, a division suppressed a moan.

"You look sexy wearing my clothes babe." Brice murmured, nibbling my earlobe playfully.

I grinned, turning around in his arms and kissing him deeply, my arms automatically wrapping around his neck.

He moaned as he kissed back, hi hands trailing up and down my sides, goosebumps forming on my skin. I pulled back and smiled up at him.

"Hi." I said, and he giggled, rubbing our noses together.

"Hey." he replied in a sing song voice, hugging me. I chuckled as he peppered kisses on my neck and jaw.

"So, are you gonna help me pack or be clingy all morning?" I asked, eyebrow raised mock accusingly.

He squeezed me tighter, burying his face in my neck. "Nuuuhh." he whined, and I laughed, prying him off my with a kiss on the cheek and turning back to the open suitcase.

"If you want to be back in time for 'Merome Movie Fest' then I suggest you hurry the hell up, oh sexy husband of mine." I said with a smirk, causing him to grin wide and bolt to the wardrobe, clothes flying out everywhere and his suitcase flung open.

I shook my head affectionately at his antics. He was so whipped.

'Merome Movie Fest' was an annual thing we did at Mitch and Jerome's place every year along with Adam and Ty.

We'd watch a tonne of movies and shows on Netflix, eat an entire tub of ice cream each and drink beer - well apart from me since I don't drink - and stayed up until we passed out in the morning.

It was a hell of a lot of fun, since we haven't seen the guys since the wedding.

The wedding.

Every time I think about it, my fingers automatically start playing with the ring on my left hand, and I grin like a goof. Yep, I'm such a hopeless romantic.

Soon, we were both packed and I slipped one of my shirts over my head. Brice grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it tenderly, making me blush.

He chuckled as we made our way to reception with our suitcases to check out, Brice swinging our hands as we walked.

Brice laughed when I winced going down the stairs, my ass still a bit sore from our 'activities', and I poured at him, flipping him off as I gingerly made my way down. Oh he's so gonna get it next time.

We made it to reception, and got in the queue, our pinky fingers hooked together, standing in comfortable silence.

The old lady two places in front was taking forever, and Brice was getting frustrated, running a hand through his hair a tapping his foot, muttering, shoulders tense.

I let go of his pinky and slipped and arm around his waist, leaning my head on his shoulder, smiling when I felt it relax some.

"Hey, calm down babe." I whispered, hearing him let out an exasperated sigh. He rested his head on top of mine and I could feel him smile.

"Mommy, whys that man holding that other man like that?" I heard a little voice say to the right.

I turned to see a small girl, no more than five years old, with her head cocked to one side, looking at Brice and I curiously.

"Because, sweetie, they're in love, in a mommy and daddy kind of way." her mother explained, smiling at us, holding the little girls hand. The girl looked up at her other confused.

"But they're both boys!" she exclaimed, a small pout forming on her face. I nudged Brice, gesturing with my head towards the little girl when he looked at me.

The mother ruffled the girls hair, chuckling fondly as she whined in annoyance, swatting her hands away.

"Well, two boys can be in love, just like a boy and a girl or a girl and a girl. It's all the same, sweetie." she explained, a soft smile lingering on her face, affectionately looking at her daughter.

The girl thought for a second, before beaming widely, her eyes lighting up.

"Ok I get it!" she cried, looking back over at us. I felt Brice smile as he kissed the top of my head, and I giggled as I watched the girl tug her mother over to us, a big grin plastered on her face.

When she got over to us, she released her mothers hand and waved at us.

"Hi! My names Sarah!" she said happily, her face filled with innocence and childish excitement. Her mother shot us an apologetic look, but I just smiled warmly at her.

I let go of rice after squeezing his side, and crouched down to Sarah's level, holding out my hand for her to shake, which she did enthusiastically.

"Hey Sarah, that's a very pretty name. I'm Seto, and this is my husband Brice." I said quietly, and my heart swelled when I saw her eyes widen in awe.

Brice knelt down too, placing a hand on my shoulder, the other balancing him on one knee.

"Very nice to meet you honey." he said, and I smirked when I saw her blush and look down shyly. Yeah, my husband has that affect on everyone.

She looked back up and glanced between us, a thoughtful pout on her face. Finally she piped up.

"I thought only old people could get married?" she mumbled, and Brice burst out laughing, only making the girl pout deeper.

I whacked Brice's arm playfully, and he turned back to the girl, stifling his giggles.

"Nope, anyone can get married if they really love somebody." Brice whispered, as if it were a secret.

I had to bite my lip to hold back a squeal at their adorable interaction. Brice would make a great dad someday...

Sarah's eyes widened. "Does that mean you really love Seto?" she asked, and I blushed, looking over at Brice. He squeezed my shoulder and chuckled, winking at me.

"Yes, I really really love Seto." he muttered softly, and my heart skipped a beat at his words.

The little girl nodded, before turning back to her mother and tugged her hand.her mother picked her up and held her on her hip.

I stood up, Brice dusting off his knees as he did too. I smiled at the woman, taking Brice's hand in mine.

"Thank you. It was really nice meeting you two." I said her, glad that she wasn't prejudicing her child's mind about gay people. She was a real cutie, and would hopefully grow up to be kind and accepting of everyone.

We waved goodbye to Sarah and her mother, before checking out and waiting for our taxi to the airport.

Brice stood behind me, arms wrapped around my middle as we stood and waited. I closed my eyes and nuzzled back into him more, exhaling deeply.

It was nice, just standing together, no worries, no interruptions, just us-

Honk!!

The sound of the car horn made me jolt, and I blushed when I saw the guy in the taxi glaring at us expectantly, obviously waiting for us to get in.

I loaded the suitcases into the boot and got in, Brice sliding in next to me. He smirked at me and I scowled, swatting at him and crossing my arms, pretending to be mad.

Brice whined, and scooted close, nuzzling his head into my side as he lay across the seats, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Are you mad at me baby?" he asked, bottom lip quivering. I looked down at him and my resolve melted.

I groaned, and quickly bent down and pecked his lips, giggling as I saw a huge grin spread across his face.

I rolled my eyes and rested my hand on his shockingly vertical hair, striking it absentmindedly.

"You're an asshole you know?" I mumbled fondly, leaning back and looking out the window contentedly.

Brice poked me in the arm, and I glanced back down at him, to see him sleepily snuggling into my lap, eyes closing.

"But I'm your asshole right?" he murmured, and before I could reply, soft snores were coming from him.

I sighed and kissed his cheek, deciding to let him sleep. It would be an hour before we reached the airport anyway.

Plus, I could creepily stare at him in his sleep while we drive - what, he's adorable when he sleeps!

I also tried to relax I. The car, since for some reason I've had this weird fluttery sensation in my stomach for about three weeks now.

At first I put it off to pre wedding nerves... Oh well, probably just shock of actually being married.

I still couldn't believe I'm married to Brice, even after all the time we've been together.

I still remember the goofy blonde boy that helped me out on my first day at school.

Not much has changed, he's still a blonde goof, but he has matured a hell of a lot,into a strong, assured young man.

Soon, the taxi pulled up outside the airport. I dragged a groggy Brice out and paid the driver, then we quickly checked out luggage in and settled in the departures lounge.

We boarded the plane half an hour later, and took our assigned seats near the back. It was only us in our row, so Brice lifted the armrest so I could curl up next to him.

I was a little tense on the plane, it was only the second time I'd ever been on one, but Brice held my hand so tight, that it intensified the fluttering feeling in my stomach by ten.

*

I don't know when I went to sleep, but I was suddenly woken up by someone calling my name.

"Seto... Seto baby, wake up, we're home..."

I opened my eyes to see Brice looking over me as I lay in... our bedroom?

Seeing the confused look on my face, Brice just chuckled and kissed my temple.

"You were fast asleep on the plane. I couldn't wake you up so the security people let me carry you out. They just took one look at you all curled up in my arms and melted. Darn your cuteness!" he said with a playful smirk.

I laughed and swatted his arms, smiling happily... but suddenly I felt, weird.

My stomach started bubbling, and my eyes widened.

I jumped up and ran out of the bedroom, sprinting to the bathroom clutching my stomach. I reached the toilet and put my head in just in time.

Uhh, and I thought plane food was bad on the way down...

Yay! First part of the sequel! Tell me what you guys think, good bad, ugly. And thanks again for support for LMS,it's got over 12k reads so far, aliasing! Luvs yas bubs! Laika out.