Coming Home

It was weird being home. It felt weird to not be constantly moving. Yes, touring was tiring, but it was nice to be on tour. When we toured, I was always doing something. There were constant dress rehearsals, tune-ups, warm-ups, concerts, and interviews. I missed it.

"Uncle Matt?" I watched my little nephew, Saint Nic, walk over to me. He was almost seven years old now and was a freaking spitting image of Syn except he had Laura's eyes.

"What's up, bub?" I picked him up and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Where's Daddy?"

Nic giggled at my antics. "He's parking the car. He said to come in and greet you. I'm too old for kisses, Uncle Matt."

I set him down, frowning. "You're never too old for uncle kisses, bub. Why are you and Dad visiting today?"

He smiled at me and grabbed my hand, leading me into my kitchen. I loved this little munchkin so much more than I thought I possibly could.

"Dad says we have to make sure Uncle Matt is okay. He said you never do good after a tour." He climbed onto my kitchen stool and reached for a cookie.

My eyes widened. What the fuck? Did Syn really tell his kids that I got weird after we were done touring? They were seven and four. They didn't need to know that kind of shit. What the hell was wrong with Gates?

I watched as he walked in with the first Avenged girl. She was a little Laura with bright green eyes. We had no idea where she got those from, but there was no doubt she was Syn's kid. No one had a tongue like him or our little Jamie.

"I didn't say we had to check on him, Saint. I said we should go see if Uncle Matt needed company while Mommy was at work." He set Jamie down on the other stool and looked at me.

"Nah, I do need someone to check on me," I said, handing my favorite niece a cookie. "It's weird not to constantly be doing something."

Gates laughed. "Of course the former Navy SEAL would say that. I mainly came over to see if you heard the news."

I grabbed a cup of milk for both of the kiddos and cocked an eyebrow at my best friend. "What news?"

I hated that term. We had a lot of news that we were told. So many fucking times that news turned out to be bad. It was all about death or injuries or divorces. Sighing, I placed the cups in front of my favorite kids. Why was my mind always running back to Rae lately?

"We got nominated for a Grammy."

"WHAT?!" I grabbed Syn. "No fucking way."

A huge smile broke across his face. "Yes fucking way. We're nominated for a Grammy and we're performing!"

Notes

I know that aren't performing at the Grammy's but how cool would that be???