"We're coming home," she said, sealing up the letter to her mother. She looked over at her husband apologetically.
They were home, weren't they? This was his home, where he had spent his entire life until he met her, and now he had gone entire years away living with her parents. They almost hadn't made it this time, to either place. What was their home? They never did have a place that was simply theirs. This was a second chance.
He sat holding the tiny baby who would get a proper name soon. "I'm ready," he smiled up at her.