For Andrew at that moment, he was in his perfect place. Lying next to Chase, in their bed, in their house, their children running around in it. Everything seemed like it fit together. Except work. And the gardener. He hated that guy. He kept his arm around Chase, holding her close as if trying to protect her from everything. "Well it is the first letter in my name, after all..." he joked, a grin eteched onto his face, a small 5 o clock shadow surrounding it. He hadn't shaved in a while, the small stubble growing longer almost every hour. If he had to go without a month of shaving his face, he'd probably look like one of those survivalists, with the rough beard.
He kissed her on the forehead, his heart expanding as she said that. He was thinking just the samething, which really made him convinced that they were meant for each other. "I love you too Chase," he whispered. He remembered the time he had first met her. In Hogsmeade, waiting outside the Honeydukes shop. She seemed so happy, wearing her fashionable clothing, yet he knew that something had been wrong. Then a sequence of events launched through his mind. The bears, the healing, the beach, and their first kiss. Even then, he still regreted doing it, as he was still with Nerissa. But he also had to admit it felt right.
So right.
by Andrew Thompson Thu Aug 05, 2010 2:36 am
