I send a text message to my fiancé.
We’re done. I’m on my way home.
He replies.
You doing ok?
Me: I am. Very okay.
I write another text as Shane backs out of the parking space.
Miss you already. Love you. I’ll text you tonight when we get to our next hotel.
Austin: Be safe. Love you, too. Can’t wait until you’re home. But call me tonight. Need to hear your voice. Be alone. Be naked.
So bossy. I love it.
We decided when I get back that it’s time to start planning our wedding. I feel so lucky and I can hardly wait to get home.
Home. Home with Austin. It really does feel like home. He feels like home.
The End