The bright lights of the morning sun rose in the east as it would any other morning but this wasn't just any morning. The clouds broke and allowed a single ray to cascaded through the tiny windows of American Airlines flight 203 from Baton Rouge, Louisiana to Minneapolis, Minnesota and hit an unsuspecting girl in 4d. Her blonde hair fell gently unto her face and she stirred with a slight startle; brushing the rebellious strand of hair back into place behind her tan skinned ear.

The time is 6am and I am Tammy Duncan. I think you all know me by now or at least know of me, and my memorable trip to the altar last month. Time sure has gone by. I stretched my legs out in front of me and let me arms hang onto the soft fabric of the arm rests of my seat. I can't help but smile lazily to myself, everything was so perfect right now. Although, it would be hard to just fall back into the routine of slow Minnesota. But then again, I hadn't been there in so long, I guess I'll just be making up my own thing as I go.

"Attention Passengers, we will be landing in Minneapolis within the next 15 minutes. Please make sure all your belongings are secured in the overhead compartments, all trays are in their upright and locked positions and that you are fastened in securely for our descent. Thank you for flying American Airlines and we hope you enjoy your stay."

I groaned with contempt, they didn't really mean that, they couldn't care less if you enjoy your stay or not, they just say that so you'll buy tickets from them again. How uncaring the world had really become. Had it always been everyone out for themselves or had things changed since the time I was sent away? I yawned a little, I had no energy to even think. Looking out the window, I stared down as the plane lowered through the clouds to reveal the first tall buildings of the city. It felt so good to be finally going home. I smiled again before turning my head up from the shoulder I'd been napping on and smiled to myself at the man holding me to him. If it was possible, Fulton Reed was cuter when he was asleep. With a little breath every few seconds and a grumble here and there, he had me staying awake every night on our trip just to watch him sleep. I laughed at myself, trying to position my body into it's own seat without waking him. He groaned a little and his eyes fluttered open, closing them again once the sun hit them.

"Are we there yet?" He asked groggily. I laughed,

"No, we're getting ready to land..." I snuggled up to his side and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled a goofy grin that momentarily reminded me of Dean Portman and wrapped a protective arm around my shoulder to pull me as close as possible to his side.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked still not opening his eyes.

"Not as good as in the Bahamas..." I joked, letting my fingers play with the collar of his shirt. We had spent 13 days and 14 nights in the most beautiful, luxurious, and might I add expensive place on the earth...With our own private balcony right on the beach and perfect sunsets everyday. The staff thought we were the newlyweds, since the reservation had been for Mr. and Mrs. Evans. We didn't disagree with them, and they assumed no different when we couldn't keep our hands off each other either. Plus we got a load of stuff free from the hotel as a congrats on our nuptials. I know, shame on us...but it was perfect for all the "catching up" we had to get done. Okay, so we spent most of the time in bed but it was still a beautiful, romantic vacation to bring Fulton and I truly back together in every way possible. I learned of everything he had been up to since I left and I told him all about training for the Olympics and how I missed him so much during those first days in California. I had wanted to write to him but every time I started a letter it would end up with me crying. We received a letter from Madison and Portman while we were there, which confirmed some suspicions of mine, that Scott is indeed gay and that he is now dating a skater from Russia that we met at the Olympics that past year. Hooray for free will, right? He's happy, I'm happy; it's all good, as they like to say back home, good ol' Minneapolis. Even Madison was moving in to Minnesota to be closer to Dean, Mrs. Evans' dismay, I might add. The woman was got to have a heart attack now, one child gay, the other moving in with a guy she barely just met and in her eyes an idiot. Well, I can't not agree with the late part, even though Fulton assures me that there's a brain in there somewhere. She'd be okay though, after all, I would be looking after Madison while she was here. Keeping her out of trouble, I guess you could say but can anyone really keep Madison Evans out of trouble. She would be staying with me, wherever I chose to stay. Did I mention that was a major decision I had to still make? Did I stay at home and date Fulton with my parents watching my every move, waiting for an opportunity to break us up? Or did I move into a big beautiful house built entirely for me by the man I love? Either way, whether I stayed home or not, no one was coming between Fulton and I. Looking back at Fulton he had finally opened his eyes to reveal the soft brown orbs I spend so much time staring at.

"Hey, Sleepy." I played, touching his chest with my hand. He groaned, stretching beneath me before enveloping me in a bear hug.

"Hey, Princess..." He played back.

"Almost home." I said just as the captain came on again,

"We will begin out descent in the next couple of minutes please fasten your seat belts." I sighed, reaching over and strapping myself into the seat as Fulton did the same. Looking out the window, I felt suddenly empty from all that we had experienced away from everyone else. Just Fulton and I, connecting and loving each other again. I had had two full weeks of Fulton Reed all to myself, no one to distract him or distract me, I had his un-wavered affection, what more could any girl want. Now, back to civilization, back to a date here, a date there, parents, and friends...the list goes on, I'm sure. I shrugged it off, he loves me, and if 6 years apart and a marriage attempt can't change that then nothing will. He smiled; reaching his hand out to me and holding mine tightly as if he was afraid I'd run when the plane landed. I smiled reassuringly and laced my fingers with his.

"I love you." I whispered just audible for him to hear. "I'm not going anywhere." He smiled, knowing I read his thoughts with perfect accuracy.

"I love you, too." He whispered back, turning back towards the seat in front of him before the plane began to descend.

The airport was crowded and smelled of coffee and body odor, a bad combination when you're me and don't like either. We walked out of the terminal hand-in-hand and a group of obnoxious young adults were waiting, holding a sign, "Welcome Back!" but it was upside down.

"Guys, it's the wrong way!" Charlie yelled.

"That's the point!" Averman yelled back as I sought cover from laughing so hard on Fulton's shoulder.

"Hey, there they are!" I heard someone yell and we were suddenly surrounded.

"Welcome back!"

"How was the trip?"

"What's the Bahamas like?"

"Are you guys going to get married?"

I tried to laugh and push my way through the crowd but it wasn't happening.

"Guys, STOP!" I yelled, feeling agitated. They all stopped talked.

"Now, the trip was great!" I tried to laugh, "But we just got back, please back off!" I said, heading for the baggage claim. I wasn't intending on being a witch but I was just suddenly agitated with the fact I now had to share my time with Fulton again and the fact that nothing was ever going to be the same again. Fulton just shrugged and followed me. I stopped, half-way to the luggage claim and looked around anxiously to see if my parents were somewhere in view. I had written them to tell them when we were coming home and I had hoped they'd meet us there but to my dismay, they were no where in sight. I sighed, leaning down to retrieve one of my bags off the belt of luggage. Fulton came up next to me and placed his hand on the small of my back.

"I'll get the bags." He said softly, I nodded, turning back to the friends that were there and smiling slightly. Once all the commotion was settled, I began to hug and talk with my friends one at a time. I can deal with people one at a time it was just large groups all speaking at once that I couldn't handle. Reminded me too much of the reports that used to follow me around. I smiled and hugged everyone and tried to answer their questions but some I didn't know the answers to,

"So where are you going to live now? With Fulton?" Madison asked me, a diet Pepsi in her right hand and her left was laced with one Dean Portman. I shrugged,

"I'm not sure...I want to but I don't want to piss off my parents either or rush into everything and ruin our relationship. We've waited too long to actually have one for me to just go and ruin it when we've only been together for a month." She nodded, absently.

"'Cause, I am staying with you, right? Right now, I'm not staying anywhere. I got in last night and crashed at Portman's dorm house but that's not going to fly for more than a couple of days. You know?" She asked, her eyes worried that she would be out on the street without any food or water.. Madison didn't do dirt or cold. I nodded,

"Yeah, I'm going to talk to my parents tonight and we should know by then. The house isn't even furnished yet, if we decide to go that direction, so I going to talk to Fulton." I said looking around for him and finding him chatting with Portman on the other side of Madison, after loading all the bags on one of those luggage carts. I smiled, taking his hand in mine as he walked over.

"Hey." He smiled. I kissed him softly and rested my head on his shoulder. Portman smiled,

"It seems so weird to see you guys together and not be fighting. I mean before you left, you were cool but before that it was like, wow.. We couldn't go anywhere without you two getting into it. Maybe it was pent up aggression? " Dean smiled all to himself. We laughed a little at Portman's rendition of our constant bickering before I finally realized I still loved Fulton, the month before.

"I'm sure that will wear off." Madison remarked with a hoot of laughter. I looked up at Fulton,

"It's only the beginning." I smiled, locking hands with him.