"Feel it—touch it." 

[Next Day]

After packing the last suitcase, Rachael sighed and slumped on the bed. She had been packing since yesterday and now she was exhausted.

Yesterday they all had a great time while having dinner. Though her parents and friends embarrassed her in front of Andrew by narrating silly stories about her, she didn't mind.

Looking around, she sighed. Andrew would be here any minute now to take her. She had to leave her room, her house and her family. The bitter feeling pinched her heart.

It was definitely hard to leave everything but she was also excited to start the chapter of her life.

As she was lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear the knock at the door.

"Are you done packing?"

"Yeah—" she smiled at him.

"That's nice." George sat beside her. "This room already looks empty." He frowned. "How much stuff did you take?"

Wrapped her arms around his, she rested her head on his shoulder. "Not even 60 percent."

"Good, don't take everything. You will need clothes and other stuff when you come and live with us for at least a week every month."

Rachael chuckled. "So there is a limit to how many days I can stay here now?"

"That's not what I meant. There is no maximum limit but the minimum is seven days in a month," he stated.

She nodded. "Okay. "

He kissed the top of her head. "God, I'll miss you so much Rach," he sighed.

"I'll miss you too."

"Hey listen—" he grabbed her hand. "Just because you are married now doesn't mean things will change okay? You can still call me over, ask for help anytime you want. I'll always be there for you. Andrew is your husband now and I am sure he will take good care of you. But if he ever does anything that will hurt you, I want you to come and tell me."

"Why? You are gonna kick his a*ss?" She chuckled.

"Of course I will," George exclaimed.

Patting his back, she remarked, "George I love you but I don't think you can do that."

"You think I can't kick anyone's ass?" He felt humiliated. Did she think he was weak?

"Well—" she shrugged. "Anyone else, I think you can pull off the kicking very well but Andrew—I don't think so."

"Why? Why would you think like that?" He snapped.

"Have you not seen the guy?" Rachael scoffed. "I am so sure he hits the gym at least seven times a week."

"Hey, I hit the gym too."

"Really? When was the last time you went there?"

"I-I workout at home all the time. Look—" he flexed his biceps. "Feel it—touch it."

Ignoring him, Rachael got up. "Okay Mr.Biceps, help me take these two suitcases down. But if you think it's too heavy, we can wait for Andrew."

George gritted his teeth and glared at her. Without saying anything, he grabbed the suitcase and stormed out of the room.

...

When Rachael came downstairs, Andrew was talking to Michael.

When Andrew saw her, he got up and strided towards her. He then took the bag she was holding. "I'll wait for you outside." He then excused himself. He wanted the family to have some privacy while they said their goodbyes.

"Come here sweetie—"

When Rachael approached them, she saw a velvet box in her mother's hand. Before she could ask what it was, Reeta gave it to her.

"This is for you." When Rachael opened the box, Reeta added, "This belonged to your grandmother."

"Mom, this is beautiful—" It was a diamond princess necklace with beautiful purple stones.

"Your dad and I want you to have it," she remarked. "Your grandmother had two. We have kept one for your brother's wife, if he ever gets married."

...