One hundred and three
Our ride home is in peaceful silence as if we fear we will break the tranquillity achieved at the river. Throughout the journey, I can’t help thinking about my first sunrise. People talk about how surreal the experience is and they are right, it’s too perfect to put into words. One of those memories you lock in your heart archives, visit on your bad days.
"Elna."
Reality sets in, I look to Brandon with a smile. We are home. "You are the best husband ever," I say.
"You think?" I nod.
The unease in his eyes unleashes a ball of worry inside my belly, I lift myself to his laps to straddle him and his arms circle my waist. Caressing his jaw, I ask, "What’s wrong?"