A/N: I always wanted a more detailed story of Ian and Wanda's everyday life. So that desire led me to writing this fanfiction. I was going to make this a one-shot but then i realized i couldn't. Please Review. I love criticism and ofcourse praise is always good.

Disclaimer: i don't own the host!(or it's characters)

Chapter one

-WPOV-

I felt someone tugging at my elbow; I turned around hastily, tripping over my own small feet.

Pet's small body was still hard to adjust to, I thought as big warm arms caught my fall. I looked up to see deep sapphire blue eyes staring into mine. Ian. Just the thought of his name created a melting sensation in the pit of my stomach. I giggled unintentionally.

"What's so funny?" Ian's booming voice interrupted my thoughts, making my whole body vibrate as he spoke.

"Nothing, this host is too prone to giggling at every little thing." I complained while wrapping my arms around his neck. It was a long reach considering how much shorter this host was compared to Melanie.

As if on cue, I heard Melanie's scolding voice approach Ian and me.

"See Ian I told you she'd be in the kitchen. Gosh Wanda I told you I'd do the dishes and the next thing I know you're scurrying out of the dining area with a pile of dirty dishes." She chided with a concerned frown on her face.

"I wasn't going to wash them; I was just bringing them to the kitchen for you." I lied pathetically.

Ian chuckled, "You really suck at lying. You know that right?" he raised an eyebrow at me his eyes full of humor and love.

"Yea, but you can't blame a girl for a trying."I sighed in defeat, as Ian directed me away from the pile of dirty dishes. "I just hate not being able to help around here anymore."

"Wanda, love, you do help. If it weren't for you we wouldn't be so successful on our raids. And plus your body is just too fragile to do the dirty work around the caves." Ian comforted.

I groaned. I hated feeling so helpless when I knew I had the ability to do so much more.

"I know someone that will cheer you up." Ian exclaimed enthusiastically as he weaved his fingers through mine and dragged me out the kitchen.

"Why does someone else have to cheer me up? Are you saying you're incapable of cheering me up, Ian O'shea?" I asked playfully.

Ian laughed and started tickling my side. "You know I can. But I can't right now because I have to go discuss the next raid with Jared and Jeb."

I was still giggling hysterically from his tickling while he pulled me through the halls off the cave. Though it was utterly dark, I recognized where we were heading instantly; the game we turned the corner, I heard my favorite voice down the hall.

"Jamie!" I screamed enthusiastically. I slowly let go of Ian's hand and turned to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Ian was too fast for me though. He turned his face so that my lips landed on his warm soft lips instead. Feeling hazy, I broke the smoldering kiss remembering that I wanted to see Jamie before the day's end.

"Thanks." I said still trying to catch my breath.

"For what?" Ian inquired with a puzzled look on his face.

"For cheering me up, for knowing me so well, for everything." I answered earnestly.

"You are always welcome" he whispered against my cheek making me shiver slightly.

I started to walk toward Jamie, when Ian added "Jamie, when she starts yawning bring her back to her room." I rolled my eyes. Was I not capable of determining when I was ready to sleep? And since when was it just MY ROOM? It was technically his room, which I had just moved into a couple of weeks ago.