Somewhere in L.A 1:00am Friday morning.

———-Rachel——–

I had given up asking where we were going, as I knew she would not tell me so just enjoyed the ride in a companionable silence. As we drew to a halt I took in my surroundings while she came around to open my door. To my surprise we were in a residential street and as I got out of the car I could see we were parked in front of a beautiful two story house with wood facing and a red front door that stood of the street behind a lovely lawn. Andy took my hand and led me up the path. Once we got to the door I could see the paint that was my favourite colour was still wet. And took keys out of her pocket and unlocked the house leading me inside.

I stood in the entryway trying to figure out what was going to happen next when she led me through on a tour through the house. It was in need of a lot of repair and renovation but was undeniably beautiful and even had a gorgeous back yard and a pool. She had remained silent as we moved around and I knew that she had not yet finished what she came here to show me. We went back down stairs and she pushed open the door to the living room allowing me to walk in.

I could not believe it the only furnishing in the whole place hung and the freshly painted wall that ran the length of the great room. It was the painting that I had so desperately wanted from the gallery. Beautifully mounted and hung. I knew now that she had been the buyer and that she had bought it for me. My heart nearly burst at the love I felt. Just when I thought I could take no more she turned to me and simply said

“So what do you say Rach are we home at last.”

I had so many questions as to how she had managed all this and I knew there were things we needed to talk about and work through still but I knew in my heart that we had indeed found our way home.