“Ok, well I’ll be looking forward to hearing from you.”

“Ok. Well take care and we’ll see you soon.”

“Take care.”

“Oh Gina?”

“Yes ma’am?”

“I’m glad that Annie has you in her life. And I’m sorry for the way I treated you. She’s my daughter, and I guess I was being over protective.”

“That’s ok, I would have done the same thing had I been in your situation.”

We laughed and said goodbye. After we hung up, I made arrangements for her flight here. Angelica was still clueless.

***Angelica***

My parents are up to something. The whispers and abruptly ending conversations when I enter a room is a sure sell out. Usually I am on the button but somehow I think after much practise, they’ve mastered the art of surprise. What could it be? I had the welcome home party, I got a huge bouquet of an assortment of flowers from Gina and I am pretty much treated like a queen since my accident. So for the first time I am totally clueless.

Friday morning I was in my room. It was Tina’s turn to stay home with me. My parents took turns taking care of me. She seemed pleased about something. Like she was patting herself on the back about some accomplishment. This made my hunger for solving a mystery insatiable. I got up from my bed and started searching for clues. Unfortunately after almost half day for searching and two Motrin I have come up with nothing. Nada. Even the history for the websites they visited was wiped. That’s what you get for computer savvy parents.

Friday came and went. I woke up Saturday very early with some pain. I am still trying to ignore the pain rather than take the medication. I have found that sleeping can do the trick. I fell asleep about nine o’clock that morning after eating a light breakfast. I was still sleeping when I felt someone lying on the bed with me wrapping their arms around me. I didn’t open my eyes because I thought I was dreaming. The touch was familiar, comforting. The body snuggled closer and I could smell Gina’s perfume. She had one scent. Burberry London with a touch of lavender. I had to be dreaming because Gina is in New York, way across America. When we last spoke she said that she had to work all weekend. She wouldn’t lie to me. But I didn’t take anything to sleep so I am not hallucinating.

I turned and opened my eyes slowly. If it were a dream I was afraid of losing it. But it wasn’t a dream. There she was, in my bed holding me. My love Gina. She came. She’s here. With me. I jumped on her grabbing her and pulling her to me. Closer, tighter, kissing her all over her face. My arm hurt like ***** but I held her like there was no tomorrow.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had to work?”

“I did, I hopped on a plane after.” I hugged her again. “I see you’re happy to see me.”

“Happy doesn’t begin to describe it.”

“How are you?”

“Better now.” I held her again. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I’m glad I came. Had I known I was going to get this kind of greeting I would have been here sooner.”

We hugged. I just can’t seem to fight the urge to hold her. Then it hit me. “Did my parents ask you to come?”

“Yeah. Tina called me.”

“My mom? Tina? The one who gave us so much trouble? She called you?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, wow.”

Gina and I spoke everyday since her last visit, sometimes twice, three times a day. I know she said lets take time, but we couldn’t seem to make that happen. I just love this girl. And I know I’m only seventeen but I know that we are meant for each other.