Chapter 4 Farrah
FARRAH
My hair was still damp from the bath and subsequent shower as we hung out in the bed in our matching robes, eating decadent treats delivered by room service. I swallowed a bite of my flourless chocolate cake as I looked up at one of the pictures on the wall.
You couldn’t tell if you didn’t know, but it was Gage and I laying next to each other in bed in robes, holding newspapers in front of our faces.
Even being present for the photoshoot, it was hard to believe it was Gage and me from all those years ago. We were different now–more mature, more patient, more familiar.
Following my gaze, Gage said, “Can we bring that home when you do the redesign?”
I grinned and nodded. “But I think we should take another picture like it. Can you pass me my phone?”
He reached for my purse sitting on the nightstand and gave me my phone, and then I swiped to the camera, holding it out so I could take a selfie of the two of us in our robes, sitting on the bed. Not posed, just enjoying our life together. And I froze the moment forever with a touch of my finger.
We both looked at it for a moment, studying it quietly. I grew misty-eyed before I reached over and kissed him again.
Our relationship wasn't perfectly posed photo shoots. It was us raising children and fighting for what we wanted out of life. It was stolen smiles at the dinner table and the way he always fell asleep holding my hand.
It was everything.