A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews! This is such a refreshing change of pace for me to write and I love that you all enjoy it too!

One night of living together and I'm reminded of how much I love this man. I know it won't always be sunshine and rainbows but the last 24 hours could probably convince me otherwise. It's been perfect, he's perfect, this is perfect.

I know it won't always be perfect and I will end up with an incredible appreciation for the imperfect moments, but I could soak up this perfection forever. Making love to him is perfection, falling asleep next to him is perfection, waking up next to him is perfection…. but the reality that I'll get to live life with him like this cannot be described as perfection; it's so much sweeter than that.

Henry and Stevie made it to DC at about 2:00PM. Ali, Jason, and I ordered pizza for lunch, a Saturday tradition that we haven't participated in for far too long. We managed to get everything unloaded just before dinner and Stevie graciously took the lead on dinner. After a wonderful lentil chili, easily the best I've ever had, Ali and Jason both managed to ask to hang out with friends and with how difficult their transitions to their new schools have been I felt like I had to let them. Henry and I cleaned up dinner while Stevie began unpacking her things. It felt so… pleasantly normal.

Henry, being the incredibly thoughtful romantic that he is, brought an amazing bottle of wine for us to share and celebrate the occasion. I'm usually not a fan of sweet wines but this was an amazing wine. We started with a glass in the kitchen but quickly moved upstairs. I felt like I had dreamt of the moment when I could curl up to him in bed with a glass of wine in my hand for years… but it had really only been a few weeks since I last got to have such a moment. I can't believe I get to do it every night now.

As much as I've wanted this moment, it's still strange to live with someone else. Max and I just seemed to morph together, I'm not sure if there was a true moving in discussion, we just one day found our lives worked better together. After Max and I divorced, I questioned how I would ever be able to share a bed with someone else, not in a physical way but in an emotional one. It seems so little but it's so emotional to share such a personal space with someone else. There's no one else I'd rather share the space with… it's just strange adjusting to it.

I still have the easiest end of the adjustments. Henry is giving up his entire life… for me. Stevie is changing her entire life as a result. I already made the adjustments and they feel a little selfish in some ways, but all I have to do now is adjust to sharing my home with two more people who I love and care very deeply for. Henry and Stevie have to adjust for security, press, protocols… I just have to get used to sharing some space that still doesn't completely feel like mine.

There is one adjustment that won't be easy for any of us… an old friend of mine surprisingly visited me two nights ago and while he seemed a little paranoid, I know George isn't crazy. The surprise visits aren't the adjustment but rather the information that George came bearing. He has reason to believe Vincent Marsh was murdered and as crazy as that is, I know deep down he's telling the truth. Knowing that Marsh's death could be murder, I have to constantly remember that it could be me.

Henry met a few of my friends from the company, George included. They find it just as odd that I'm with a theologian as I do. George told me I had found another great one… he thought very highly of Max and there's a little bit of comfort in knowing he thought just as highly of Henry.

Henry didn't know me during my CIA days and I can't decide if I'm happy about that or not. Sure he doesn't know the bad… the bad that some may believe I had done, and the bad times of waiting at home hoping I'd make it home. He also doesn't know the good. The strategy dinners that ran way too long but created the best memories, the long awaited homecomings. I know there will be similar good and bad things in the future… There was something about those times while with the company.

I haven't decided if I should tell Henry about George and I's conversation. I want to spare him any worry… I spent enough time in the CIA to know how to read people and watch out for myself but I also have to assess if a possible threat could affect him or Stevie and if that threat is substantial enough to be something he has to know about.

There were still a lot of details that are unknown but I'm hoping George will give me more soon. He gave me enough to get my attention and keep my eyes open, but it's not enough. I don't think Conrad could be involved. If he was, why was I the replacement? Why was I the one he wanted here? I hope I never get the answers to these questions because that would mean that Conrad was involved and I can't bring myself to logically think that. It would be so wrong, so out of character, it's not who Conrad is.

I think a lot of things about me are out of character right now, but maybe it's not out of character if my character is changing. It's not a bad thing, I don't think it's changing for the worse, I'm just changing as a person. It would be concerning if this wasn't changing me. Besides becoming Secretary of State, there are a lot of things that would be changing me. Ali and Jase are becoming older and so independent, I'm looking at being an empty nester in the next four years, and I'm in an incredibly fulfilling relationship for the first time since my divorce.

While these days are long, hard, stressful, and a bit scary, these are the good old days they always talk about.