He popped my trunk and slid out of my car, while I climbed out and waited for him to grab his stuff.
Dropping his bag on the sidewalk, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. “Do not worry about me.”
“Okay.”
“This’ll be a cakewalk.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, French Fry, I’m good.”
He stroked my cheek. “I’m gonna fuckin’ miss you.”
“I’m gonna fuckin’ miss you, too.”
Kissing me gently, he nodded. “I’m gonna go.”
“Okay, honey.”
He reluctantly pulled away from me and picked up his bag. “Be safe driving home.”
I gave him a salute and he laughed.
“Go, Flash,” I ordered, starting to lose a little resolve.
He nodded, kissing me again, and then made his way through the revolving door. I scurried to my car, pulling away before I could run and pull him back. I drove over the bridge but instead of going to Flash’s parents, I drove to mine. I needed some mom time. I called her on my way.
She answered immediately. “Hey, sweetie.”
“Hi, Mom, up for a visitor?”
“Of course. Use your key.”
I grinned. “Okay, see you in a few.”
I pulled up to the house and practically ran inside. “Mama!”
“Kitchen,” she called back. “I want to see the ring up close.”
I kicked off my shoes and made my way back.
Mom was at the island, chopping veggies, so I stepped over to her and showed her the ring.
“Holy cow, sweetie, that’s amazing.”
“I know,” I breathed out. “I love it so much.”
“He did so well,” she said, going back to the veggies.
“He is such an incredible guy,” I said as I washed my hands, grabbed a knife, and joined her. “What are we making?”
“Crock pot chicken noodle soup,” she said.
“My favorite.”
“Did Flash get off okay?” she asked.
“I think so. He’s going to call me when he boards.”
“You sure you don’t want to come home while he’s gone?”
