I know I’ve only been away a few days, but I’ve missed him so much. I have hated the idea of him being alone in New York. I know I had to go back for the funeral, but I’m home now because home is alongside Piers. Always. ‘Ummmm, the bag?’ he says with a grin, and I feel a little tug in my tummy at the sight of my soon-to-be husband. He’s not shaved in my absence and his beard is making him look very rugged and delicious. It’s a look he should go for more often. ‘Oops!’ I step back from Piers and see that he’s right. The bag containing his wedding suit is crumpled from me hugging him. ‘Is that your dress in there?’ He has a mischievous smirk on his face as he reaches for the zip. ‘I’ll go and hang that up,’ I say as I bat his hand away, ‘but, no. It’s your wedding suit. They’re still finishing off my dress.’ ‘Brave!’ ‘It was either that or delay coming back to you,’ I call as I walk past him into the apartment.
