Hello everyone! I hope you enjoy the story. For right now, I'm going to leave this 'in progress' as I think I want to add more chapters. I've been working on this one for a long time so I really hope you all like it!

Homecoming

Sodapop grinned at me when I glanced over, and I gripped his shoulder, hardly able to stop smiling. It had been so long...he laughed and punched my arm. "Glory, Dar, your face is gonna get stuck like that if you keep it up." I laughed out loud, reaching out and putting an arm around his shoulders and keeping one of my hands on the wheel. He leaned into me, gripping my hand with his own.

The letter had come about six months after his eighteenth birthday in early May, a little over 2 years ago. Sodapop and I had both been at work, and Pony had grabbed the mail on his way in from school. Him and Johnny had been working on their final English papers. Johnny had been finishing up 11th grade, Pony 10th. Pony's grades had been mostly A's, and ever since that stuff with that soc the year before, he'd been working real hard, and I'd been trying my best to make sure to go easier on him.

I'd gotten home first since Sodapop and Steve had gone out after work to a drag race that, shockingly, they'd invited both Johnny and Pony to. They'd both begged off, telling him that they had papers to finish by the end of the week. I have to admit, I'd been impressed, both with Steve and with Pony. They were almost getting along. After the year before, when the two youngest in our group had been involved in the stabbing of that soc and had run off to Windrixville for a week, Steve had thawed toward my youngest brother, probably because he'd been hurt saving Johnny, but it had continued even after the cast had come off.

Ponyboy had changed too, growing up I guess. Him and Johnny had spent more time together, studying hard and it seemed like Pony was finally listening to me about that scholarship. After he'd healed up, he'd gone out for track again, and had pretty quickly made his way up to the A team, winning most of his races. Somehow, it all seemed easier. Maybe it was just because he'd been growing up and working real hard, but he listened better, and for the most part, we'd started to get along real well. There were times I'd just marveled at it, and I new Sodapop was glad. He hated it when we fought, so the two of us had been trying not to pick at each other anymore, and when we did fight, we made sure not to put him in the middle.

He'd stopped trying to tag along with Soda and Steve so much, not all at once, but he'd even made friends with some of the guys on the track team. I think it was hard for him...making friends outside the gang, especially after our parents had died. But him and Johnny, while not exactly popular in school, were fairly well liked by the time the letter came, and were known as being good guys to have on your side when it came to a fight. Socs had still bothered us, but after Bob had died, they hadn't been as bad. Things had shifted and we had Pony and Johnny to thank for that.

I'd come home first that day, stepping into a quiet house, which had been the first indication that something was wrong. Even when they worked on papers, Pony and Johnny usually had the TV or the radio on. The living room had been empty, and I'd hung up my tool belt and toed off my work boots. "Hello?" I'd called, heading to the kitchen and stopping cold in the doorway.

Ponyboy and Johnny had both been sitting at the kitchen table, and Pony was crying. Johnny looked pretty close. Both looked fine...no bruises or cuts or anything. Their backpacks were on the floor, a stack of books forgotten on the table. I'd stepped inside, grabbing Pony's shoulder and crouching down. "Hey? What's going on? Are you two okay?" I'd demanded, looking between the two of them. My little brother had nodded, jaw tight as he'd stared straight at the table. "You two finish your papers?" He'd shaken his head, and a tear had dripped down his face, and I'd felt my heart drop. "Pony, what's going on?" I'd asked again, softer this time, looking up at Johnny. "Johnny, you okay?" He'd glanced at Pony and nodded. "What happened." My little brother had taken a long, shuddering breath, and he grabbed an envelope off the table. It was on top of a pile of our mail, and he handed it to me without a word.

"You didn't call him, did you?" Sodapop asked. I'd picked him up at the airport that morning after getting his call a few days before. It was 1969...Sodapop had survived what would eventually be known as the deadliest year of the Vietnam war, and he was home. He'd asked that I not tell Ponyboy...he wanted to surprise him.

"No. You might give him a heart attack though." I teased, arm still around him. I'd held him for a solid five minutes at the airport, surrounded by other guys coming home, some of them still looking shell-shocked. Soda was okay though. I mean, I figured he'd probably have nightmares and he might need to talk to someone, but he was okay. He'd laughed out loud when he'd seen me, running across the airport lobby and practically tackling me. We would have looked like a couple of weirdos had tons of other guys not been doing the same thing with their parents and brothers and sisters, girlfriends and wives.

"How's he doing? Really?" He asked.

That day when I'd held the letter, Pony had broken down, dropping his head in his hands. He wouldn't be the first of our friends to go to the war. Dallas had been drafted four months ago and it turns out he cleaned up pretty well. Two-Bit had laughed out loud at his haircut, and had nearly lost a tooth for his efforts. Surprisingly, he'd turned out to be a pretty good soldier...I'd been sure he'd end up punching an officer in the nose or something when they told him what to do, but from the occasional letter he bothered writing us, usually addressed to Johnny or Ponyboy, he was doing alright.

But we knew other guys, guys who'd never come back. A guy who'd graduated two years before Pony but who he'd known from track had died, as had a couple of guys Tim had palled around with. Just a week before that letter had come or Soda, we'd all been in the yard playing football when a black car had pulled up outside of the house a few doors down, and the woman who'd answered the door had fainted, her sobbing husband carrying her inside. They'd had two sons...now they had none. I'd put my arm around Pony, pulling him close, and Soda had done the same with Johnny, all of us thinking about Dallas on the other side of the world. When I'd held the letter, it had been the first thing I'd thought about.

It wasn't fair. We'd already lost our parents. This was too much to ask. Not Soda, who had just been promoted at the gas station and who kept trying to get me to take night classes and who was thinking about asking out the girl who kept coming into the DX. Who still sometimes slept in Ponyboy's room when our younger brother had those nightmares, which were becoming less and less frequent, but that still happened from time to time. "He's okay." I told our brother, only about half sure it was really true. Pony had taken it harder than anyone. When Soda had gotten home that day to find me and Pony in the living room, him crying and me pretty close, he'd been freaked out, but when he'd seen the letter, he'd just sat down on Ponyboy's other side on the sofa, putting his arms around our little brother.

"It's okay, honey. It's gonna be okay." He'd whispered, gripping the hand that I'd put on his arm.

"You can't go." Pony had sobbed into his shoulder, shaking his head. "You can't."

"Aw, Pone." He'd met my eyes then, his own eyes wet. "You know I gotta. Hell, maybe I'll run into Dally. You know he's having a good time. Remember that letter he sent last week."

"You can't go. Please...please don't go." Our brother had been practically hyperventilating, and he'd squeezed him harder. "Please, Soda...please."

"His letters don't say much." Soda shrugged beside me in the truck. "I mean, he wrote about every week, but just talked about school and stuff. Nothing personal." He sighed. "I tried to ask him questions but...hell you know I ain't no good at writing."

"You're fine." I shook him a little. "And he's alright, but now that you're back, he's gonna be a lot better."

Pony had gone with me to the airport to see him and Steve off. When Steve had found out that Soda got his letter, he'd enlisted the next day. The ride to the airport had been real quiet, and Pony hadn't said anything until they'd been about to go to their gate, the announcements over the intercom telling them that their plane was boarding. The airport had been full of guys wearing the same uniform, all saying goodbye to their families, and to all of our surprise, before Steve had walked off, Pony had grabbed him. The rest of us had all said goodbye...Two-Bit and Johnny hanging back a little, me and Pony walking them to the gate. Steve had blinked in surprise, then had thrown his arms around Pony, the two of them almost the same height now that Pony had shot up.

"I think I might miss you, kid." Steve had laughed a little, patting him on the back, and Pony had pulled back a little.

"Be careful." Steve had nodded, going real serious, and had clapped Pony on the shoulder.

"Remember to write, kid. I might be running low on firewood and that paper will be valuable kindling." Pony had cracked a smile then, letting him go, and had turned to Sodapop who had been about to follow. He'd hugged him so tight I thought he wouldn't let go, but Soda had held him just as tight.

"It's gonna be okay." Sodapop had promised, rubbing his back. "I'll write every week. I swear. Heck, Darry's gonna have to send more money just so I can afford stamps."

"Please come back." Pony had sobbed into his shoulder, and Sodapop's jaw had gone real tight, his eyes closing for a second. "Please, Sodapop. Please. Please come back."

"I will." He'd promised after a second, pulling away just a little, and squeezing his shoulders. "Look at me, Pone." Ponyboy had, not bothering to wipe his eyes. "Have I ever lied to you?"

"No." Pony had shaken his head, blinking hard.

"I will come back. Two years from now, I'm gonna come home. Okay?" For a second, I'd wanted him to take it back. It wasn't fair to promise that, not when none of us knew. And if he didn't...Pony might break apart. But at the moment, he'd nodded. "I promise, Ponyboy. I promise. I'm gonna come home. Okay?"

Pony had wiped his eyes then, smiling a little. "Okay."

Then he'd been silent all the way home, shaking his head when Johnny had asked if he wanted to go out somewhere. Two-Bit had put his hand on his shoulder when we'd gotten home, pulling my little brother close. "You sure, kiddo. We could all go see a movie if you want." Pony had shaken his head again, going into his bedroom and closing the door.

The college was about an hour away from our house. Johnny had gotten a letter a few months before the end of his senior year, offering him a full ride. It had been the first time I'd seen Pony really excited since Sodapop had left, throwing his arms around his friend and grabbing the letter to read it out loud. We'd gone to a steakhouse, me, Pony, Johnny, and Two-Bit, the only ones left in our group, and I'd bought Johnny's dinner, all of us eating steak and drinking beer. In August, I'd driven him to the school, Pony in between us in the truck, and we'd helped him move into the dorm.

Almost a year later, I'd found a letter on top of the trash in our kitchen, pulling it out and all but storming into Pony's room. We hadn't had a real fight in a year or more, but I'd almost started one that night. "What the hell is this?" I'd demanded, holding up the letter to my seventeen year old brother. He looked more like Sodapop every day and it broke my heart.

"A letter?" He'd asked, the smirk letting me know he was practicing his sarcasm. Tamping down the urge to yell, I took a deep breath, telling myself that yelling wouldn't help anything.

Ponyboy had spent the last few months filling out every single college application I put in front of him, never complaining, just writing the essays and letting me look over them before mailing them out. He had been working real hard in school, bringing home straight A's his senior year, and I told him a week before how proud I was of him, making his ears get hot. "You got accepted to Stanford." I told him, smiling a little. My little brother was accepted to Stanford University. "Pony...that's one of the top colleges in the country. And they're offering you a half scholarship...do you understand what a great opportunity this is?"

Pony reached into his bedside table drawer while I was still talking, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to me. I took it, sitting on his bed and skimming it, glancing up at him. "Oklahoma State University." He nodded, smiling a little.

"They offered me a full scholarship."

"But...Stanford…" He grinned, putting the book he was reading down.

"I can't afford it, Dar. Even with them paying for half of my tuition. And I'll still have to pay room and board. Oklahoma State offered me full tuition, and Johnny's gonna get an apartment on campus...we can room together. I can get a job close to campus and help him pay rent, plus I've got some money saved up." He'd gotten a job after school working at a diner and had saved just about everything he'd been making.

"Pony, I can help out. I've been saving too, and…"

"I don't want to go to Stanford, Darry." He'd murmured, interrupting me, staring down at the book on his lap. "I just...Johnny's at Oklahoma State and it's close to home and...I don't want to go to Stanford."

I'd nodded, reaching out and putting a hand on his arm. "Alright. Hey, Oklahoma State's a good school, and it'll be good to have you close to home. Heck, I can drop by any time. It's only an hour away."

The apartment was a few minutes drive from the main campus, not in a great part of town, but I'd helped him and Johnny move in and they could handle themselves. For the last few months, I'd talked to him on the phone every week or so, and he sounded like things were going okay. He'd gotten a job waiting tables just off campus, and had been doing pretty well in his second semester classes. It was warm for March, and Sodapop was in jeans in a t-shirt. The campus was crawling with students, everyone rushing off to classes or eating lunches outside while reading textbooks. I felt a pang looking at them...I still wanted to go back to school. Now that Pony was grown up, maybe I could.

"It's nice." Soda said, looking around and looking impressed.

"Yeah...it's no Stanford, but I think he likes it."

"What?" Soda glanced over, wide-eyed, almost offended.

"He didn't tell you?" Sodapop shook his head. "Oh...uh...he got accepted to Stanford. They offered him a partial scholarship."

"Shit, are you serious!" Soda leaned in. "Why didn't he go?"

"I think...I think he wanted to be closer to home. Besides, he got a full scholarship here, and I think he wanted to room with Johnny." Soda nodded, still looking kind of upset. "I'm sure he meant to tell you."

I pulled into the parking lot of his apartment, still unable to believe that my baby brother was eighteen years old and had his own apartment. I'd only been able to visit once after moving him in, and he'd come home with Johnny for a few days around Christmas, but otherwise he'd been pretty busy with school and work.

Sodapop was practically bouncing as he jumped out of the truck, waiting for me to lead the way, laughing at his eagerness as I headed up the stairs. They lived on the second floor, and Soda just about ran me over climbing the stairs. I slugged him on the shoulder. "Take it easy. Don't knock me over." He laughed, unable to contain it as I led him to the door. "Here. Number 17. Go ahead."

I didn't have to tell him twice. He beat on the door, just about bouncing on his heels as he waited for our brother to answer the door. However, it was Johnny who opened it, his eyes going wide, a grin stretching his mouth. "Hey! Soda!" He called, throwing his arms around my brother, and Sodapop squeezed him, laughing a little.

"Hey, Johnnycakes! How's it going, man?"

"It's good...when did you get back? Does Pony know?"

"Naw. I just got back today. I want to surprise him."

"Yeah? Come on, come in!" He stepped back, grinning at me. "Hey Darry."

"Hey, Johnnycakes." I ruffled his hair as I walked by, stepping inside their apartment. It was surprisingly neat, with an old sofa they'd bought at a thrift store against one wall that faced the kitchen table, a recliner on the wall beside it, and a TV sitting on top of a rough looking coffee table on the other. Books were piled on their kitchen table next to a bowl of apples, and a soda bottle was sitting on table next to the sofa that also held a lamp. It looked about the same as the last time I'd come, the only pictures on the wall one of the gang, one of me, Pony, and Soda, and a new one of Pony and Johnny somewhere on campus.

"You guys wanna sit? We got soda if you want any. I can make you guys some food or something?"

"Coke's fine. Thanks Johnny." Sodapop grinned, dropping onto the sofa and looking around. I figured he was itching to snoop, probably in Pony's room, but I sat beside him on the sofa, grabbing a textbook from the floor beside me and flipping through it. Algebra. Pony had stuck a couple of pages of notes inside and Soda ran a finger over his handwriting, smiling a little.

Johnny came in with the cokes, handing each of us a bottle and taking the recliner. "We got a letter from Steve a few weeks ago...you heard from him?" He asked, tentative. Sodapop nodded, taking a drink.

"Yeah. He's coming home in a couple of days. They're just wrapping up a few things. How's Dally? You heard from him?"

"Last week. He wrote me and Pony a letter. Six more months and he said he's gonna come back. I think he likes it." Soda snorted.

"Yeah, I guess so, with getting promoted and all. I ran into him once, after I first got over there. Never thought Dal would be a good soldier." Johnny laughed a little.

"Us neither. Pony said it was a wonder he hasn't been court martialed yet."

"How are you guys doing? Pony hasn't said much…." Sodapop trailed off, and I leaned in. He hadn't said much to me either, and not for the first time I worried that something was wrong.

"Things are fine. We've been working a lot to make rent."
"You guys got enough?" I asked. "If you need help…"

"Nah. We're fine, Dar. Thanks, though. Things were tight for a little while, and I think Pony might have taken too many classes. He's taking 4 this semester and he's gotta keep his grades up to keep that scholarship. With work on top of it, he's been stressed out." Soda nodded slowly, and I made a mental note to write them a check and buy them some groceries. "What are you gonna do now that you're back, Soda?" Johnny asked, apparently anxious to get the focus off of their money problems.

"Work at the DX for a while, I guess. If Darry will have me, I planned on moving back home." I ruffled his hair.

"I guess I'll have you." I told him with a grin, and Johnny laughed, taking a drink.

"Sofa's always free here if you wanna visit. Plus Pony's bed is big enough for two."

"He been having nightmares?" Soda asked, and Johnny dropped his eyes.

"Johnny?" I asked, putting my soda down. Our friend sighed.

"He didn't want me saying nothing...didn't want to worry you."

"They bad?" Soda demanded.

"Not real...he only woke up screaming twice this year." It was only March, so that didn't comfort me much.

"What about?" I asked, wondering if he needed to go back to the doctor.

"That fire, usually, he said. It was on the news a few months ago...a house on the other side of campus burned down, and he had a nightmare about it the next night. The bad ones were about you though, Soda." My brother nodded, biting down on his lower lip. "Hey, now that you're back, I bet he won't have 'em anymore."

The week after Soda had left, Pony had woken up screaming every night. Seven days in a row, it would start around 2-3 in the morning. The first night I'd rushed to his room, sure that someone had broken in or something. The nightmares hadn't happened since a month after that fire...after we'd taken him home from the hospital. After that first night, I'd just sat with him, never offering to sleep in the same bed, but I'd lay down when he woke me, him always apologizing and me always brushing it off, assuring him that it was okay. "Glory, ain't I too old for this yet?" He'd asked one night, crying as he'd laid in my arms, and I'd rubbed his back, assuring him that it was gonna be okay.

After that week, it had tapered off. It had still happened sometimes, usually after we'd accidently catch the news that told us how many people were dying over there. Another time Dal had sent us a pretty graphic letter and he'd had the nightmares three nights in a row. But mostly, he had just thrown himself into his studying, hanging out with Johnny up until Johnny went off to school, then sticking mostly to himself. Two-Bit had tried to pull him out of it a few times, but their friendship had almost ended when Two, after a few drinks, had invited him out to the movies and Pony had said no.

We'd all been in the living room, Two-Bit nursing his sixth or seventh beer, and me talking to a buddy on the phone. We were planning on meeting up at the gym the next day. Pony had come home from school, nodding to us and shifting his backpack. It had been a Friday afternoon, a rare one when I was off, and he hadn't had track practice or gone to the library to work on homework.

"I was gonna head to the movies later. You wanna come, Pony?" He'd asked my brother. At sixteen, Pony was almost as tall as me, wiry and thin but a good fighter. He'd been jumped once or twice since Soda had left, but had licked the other guys both times. It was getting to the point where I didn't have to worry about him so much.

"Nah. I got some homework."

"You got all weekend to do your homework, kid. Live a little!" Two had cried, downing the rest of his beer, and my buddy on the phone had asked what time I got off work. He and some of my other friends were planning a ski trip and I was kind of tempted. Pony would be alright for a day or two on his own, especially with Two-Bit around.

"Sorry, Two. Maybe some other time."

"Shit, kid, is this how you're gonna be until Sodapop gets back? You think not having any fun will make him come back faster?" You could have heard a pin drop, and then Pony had been on top of our buddy, his fist cracking against his nose before I could blink.

"I'll call you back!" I'd cried into the phone, hanging up just as Two-Bit managed to push my brother away, but Pony had been right back on him, the two of them on the ground as Two-Bit got a punch in. Pony had almost got a hold of him when I got him under his arms, pulling him away and pushing him against the wall.

Two-Bit had jumped to his feet, ready for more, but I'd held Pony against the wall with one hand on his chest, the other outstretched against Two-Bit. "Back off, Keith." I'd warned, pinning my brother to the wall. He was strong enough to break free, but he didn't.

"He hit me!" Two had cried drunkenly.

"Yeah, well you asked for it!" I'd snapped, pointing a finger. My brother had wriggled away then, and I'd been afraid he was gonna take off, but he just went into his room, slamming the door behind him.

"Kid broke my nose." Our buddy had whined, and I'd dropped my hand, looking nervous after my little brother.

"You ever pull some kind of shit like that again, I swear I ain't gonna pull him off you. You hear me? What the hell were you thinking?"

"Kid never goes out anymore. Heck, Dar, he's always holed up in this house…"

"You think bringing up Soda's gonna change that?" Two-Bit had sulked for a while, then left, off to hunt down a blonde, I figured, and I'd gone into Pony's room, my heart breaking when I found him under the covers, holding Sodapop's pillow and doing his best not to cry. Sitting beside him, I'd rubbed circles on his back until he calmed down.

"He was drunk, Pone." I tried to comfort him.

"I know."

"He didn't mean nothing. He's worried about you...you don't really get out much these days, kiddo."

"I don't want to." I hadn't tried to push it, but he'd gone on. "I want Soda to come home."

"Me too, honey."

Two-Bit had apologized the next day when Pony hadn't spoken to him and I'd had to remind him why Pony was angry. Apparently he hadn't remembered saying it and had been real sorry. Pony was always quick to forgive, especially when it came to Two-Bit, and Two-Bit had stayed with him when I'd gone on my ski trip the next week. When I'd come home a few days later, the two of them had been palling around more, going to the movies sometimes, but not as much as before. When Pony had gotten his job, Two-Bit would sometimes go and get lunch or dinner at the diner, insisting that Pony wait on him and leaving him either no tip or a ridiculous one...once he'd given Pony a five and my brother had just about refused to take it. Often, Pony would sneak him free food, even giving him some to take home to his sister.

The front door opened then, and there he was. Pony's arms were piled high with books, and he didn't even glance at us as he stumbled in the living room, kicking the door shut behind him. "I have five tests this week, you know that?" He called into the room, and Johnny grinned. Soda's mouth had dropped open, his eyes lighting up, and I knew Pony looked different to him...more like Soda than before. His hair was longer, and he was taller, face sharper, and he needed to shave. His jaw was stubbled...he hadn't started shaving until he'd turned sixteen, after Soda had already gone. Apparently he hadn't had time that morning. "I'm only taking four classes! How the heck do I have five tests! And midterms are just a few weeks away! Are they trying to kill me?"

Johnny snorted when Pony kicked his shoes off, still not even glancing our way. "And I gotta work tonight! Jacobson quit, so Rich needs someone to cover his shifts. Don't know why I gotta do it. We gonna be able to make rent if I only work weekends until midterms are over?"

"I don't know, Pone. I was kind of hoping you'd come out to dinner with us tonight, but if you gotta work…" As soon as Soda opened his mouth, Pony froze beside the kitchen table, the books dropping onto the table, his whole body going stiff. He closed his eyes, jaw tight, like he was scared...like he thought maybe he was hearing things.

He turned slowly as Soda stood, both of them facing each other, Soda grinning and Pony just staring. Then he was a blur, and Soda met him in the middle, neither of them speaking as they held each other in Pony's living room. They were both crying, Soda rocking them back and forth, and I wondered if they'd ever let go. Pony was sobbing so hard he was gasping for breath, holding Soda tight like he thought he might disappear. "I promised." Soda told him suddenly. "I promised I'd come home, Pony." He pulled away for a second, his hand on our little brother's face. "Every night, every time we had to fight, I told myself I promised. And I'd never lie to you."

Pony grabbed him again, asking something I couldn't hear, but Soda nodded. "Yeah, honey. I'm home for good. Hell, if I never leave Oklahoma again, it'll be too soon." He rubbed our brother's back. "What time you gotta go to work?" He finally asked, and Pony sobbed a laugh.

"I ain't going to work, Soda."

"What about Rich?"

"Screw Rich." Soda chuckled, wiping his eyes and resting his head against Pony's head. "I was scared you'd never come back. I dreamed you died, Soda...I dreamed…"

"None of that matters, honey. I'm back. And I'm not leaving again. I promise. Heck, I'll stay here for a while if that's okay." He glanced at me and I nodded. I had taken off work for the next couple of days, so I was fine sleeping on a sofa here.

"You know it's fine, Soda." Johnny grinned. "Stay as long as you like, man. You too, Dar." Pony seemed to notice me for the first time, then, eyes widening, and I laughed. Standing, I joined them in the middle of the room, throwing my arms around both of them.

"Finally noticed me, huh?" Pony laughed, and for the first time in two years, his eyes lit up, all that fear and worry he'd been carrying for so long dropping off his shoulders. "We were gonna find the closest steakhouse and celebrate. What do you say, Pone?" I asked, gripping his shoulder, and he nodded.

"Yeah...just...let me call my boss." I nodded, and Soda let him go but stuck close while Pony picked up the phone, telling his boss that he was sick and probably wouldn't be in for the next three days, completing the terrible lie with the worst fake cough I'd ever heard, but I don't think he'd have cared if they fired him. I made a note to stop at the grocery store on our way back from the steakhouses as Pony hung up the phone.

Before we could go, Soda grabbed him again, and I reminded myself that my little brother had just gotten home from a war. Sure, he seemed okay, but it might be a while before things went back to normal. For the moment, though, he held his little brother, the best friend he had in the world, as tight as he could, and kissed the top of his head. Throwing an arm around Johnny who grinned up at me, we waited for the two of them to realize that they were both finally home.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed!