Welcome Home Puppet Novels & Stories

His familiar sweet scent is an intoxicating reminder that I’m home. “Welcome home, you two,” says Ruth from behind him. “I trust everything is well?” Jacob beams at her, “Yes, everything is fine. Thank you, Ruth. We both appreciate you picking up the slack for us.” “You know it’s only a pleasure,” she smiles. “I have a new best friend now, so any time you need me, just call.” “Lies and I painted dinosaurs,” says Liam. “I’ll show you,” and he goes running up the stairs.

A big banner with the caption 'WELCOME HOME' was placed high above the living room. "Mommy!" I heard a little giggle and turned right in time to allow my daughter to walk slowly into my hands. "My baby" I sighed in relief hugging her tightly. I dropped kisses all over her face. I had no clue she had been discharged too. "Welcome home, Mommy. I've missed you so much" Christie giggled which made me smile. I saw my mother walk towards me with a smile. "Welcome home, Amber" She hugged me too.

We made our way out of the hospital to the car and home sweet home here we come. When we got home, the pups ran out to meet me to greet me followed by some of the pack members, some of which seem to carry my stuff inside, and others left to welcome me. I was happy that everyone was safe and looking very gallant. I wouldn't want to lose any member of the pack anymore and that means from now, we will watch over ourselves to make sure that no one goes missing anymore. The pups might have to suspend their training till further notice. "Welcome home babe," Petra came to peck me on the cheek, making me feel soppy and close to tears...

She had left a lasagna in the refrigerator and a note on the counter that said "Welcome home." I stood in the living room, looking at the familiar furniture, the familiar walls, the familiar light. Everything was the same. But I was different. Changed in ways I couldn't quite name. Aiden came up behind me. Put his arms around my waist. "Welcome home," he said. "Welcome home." We stood there for a moment, not talking, just being. Hope was in her playpen, knocking over blocks, babbling to herself. The sun was setting, the way it always did, the sky turning orange and pink and purple.

Something infinitely older. Warm. Patient. Filled with quiet joy. It spoke as though greeting someone it had always expected. “Welcome home, Child of the Third Dawn.”

he asked as they neared the street where his cabin stood. “I believe I am,” Serendipity admitted. “Although I am rather tired. This is a bit too much movement for what I am used to.” “I’m sure,” he agreed. “Well, we shall be at my home soon, you shall have your little friend back with you, and I shall ask my valet, Mr. Waddlebug, to fix you a spot of tea before we are off on our way back to England.” “Mr. Waddlebug?” Serendipity asked, chuckling. “What sort of a name is that?”

His brothers agreed with him. "Your welcome. As long as we have free time. We will take you around." Harah promised. Shawn nodded in agreement. The children were very happy and Harah and Shawn were also happy to see the smiles on their children's lips. They bought them remembrance shark and octopus stuffed toys outside before they decided to go home. "Thank you." Harah said before saying goodbye to Shawn to go to sleep. Harah became happy again when her family became complete. Having a complete family is one of her wishes before.

She knocked on the door and then walked inside. She was welcomed by the sight of Peter covered in blankets and his sons coming through the thickness of the fabric. She swallowed her own tears, there was no way that he had known, right? She approached and sat down a couple feet away from the bed, her back pressed on the nightstand made of dark wood that his husband had gifted her for their honeymoon. "It's okay, Peter, there is nothing we can do now." She said quietly.

She asked warmly. She had always been nice to me, I smiled. “I’m glad it is all over,” I replied. She returned my smile and drew me in for a hug. “Welcome home,” She said and patted my back before getting engrossed with the kids. Zeke held me by the waist and guided me inside the house leaving every other person outside. “Zeke,” I called. “Don’t worry, everyone is safe and they know their way in,” He replied. “Our kids don’t,” I smiled.

I'm not sure how he managed to get groceries here, but he's somehow got this place well stocked. I search the cabinets until I find two mugs. I've never seen them before, but one says "Mr." and the other "Mrs." and I wonder if his mom got them for us. I quickly make two hot chocolates and carry them into the room to watch Liam work his magic. I snuggle up on the sofa and watch. It doesn't take him long before he has a cozy fire blazing. He smiles up at me triumphantly. "I knew you could do it babe." I tease.