Here is the first official chapter of A Home Needs Two Things: Family and Love. Please enjoy!

Chapter 1: Welcome Back (James' POV)

April 1797

"James, James!" yelled Moses. I took my gaze from the front window and looked at him. He motioned his head towards the blank paper lying in the printing press and the press handle. I nodded my head and pulled the handle down then back up. Moses pulled the paper off the letters and set it on the pile with the others. He wiped his sleeve across his forehead and sighed.

"That's the last of them," announced Moses with a smile on his face.

"Finally we're done!" I said happily, as I wiped the ink off my hands with my shirt. "Hey Moses, why did it take us twice as long to do these papers?"

Moses laughed at me and shook his head. "James, it took us that long because you kept staring out the window! I know you're anxious to see Sarah after four years…"

It had been four years since I had seen Sarah. Four long years and I missed her. Now that Henri was in France and it was just Moses and I in the print shop, things were rather quiet and lonely. But it would not be much longer, since Sarah decided to come back for a three month visit and to help out in the print shop.

"…but we have work to do. Now help me move these papers to the back!"

Moses and I moved the papers back to the storeroom and then walked back to the front. Just as we got there I heard I knock at the door. I sprinted over to it and opened the door. There in the doorway stood Sarah, and for some reason my heart stopped.

She had changed since the last time I had seen her. She was a bit taller, but now I towered over her. The top of her head could fit under my neck. Her hair seemed redder and shined even more than it used to. Her figure had changed too. She had what I had heard other men call "curves", and her chest was not as flat either. The one thing that had stayed the same was her eyes. They were still that beautiful emerald.

A few moments later Moses cam up beside me and saw Sarah. He smiled politely, but I could see in his eyes that he noticed the changes in Sarah too.

Eventually after my heart started beating again, I managed to stutter, "It's nice to see you again Sarah."

Sarah stifled a laugh with her hand and then she replied with her still present British accent, "Hello James, it is nice to see you as well."

Next she wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug. I stood frozen for a moment, trying to remember what it was like the last time I hugged anyone; but eventually I just let instinct take over. I put my arms around her, above her waist and pulled her close. Sarah rested her head against my chest and I felt her smile.

"It's nice to be back," whispered Sarah.

"It's nice to have you back," I replied, holding Sarah tighter.

Sarah moved her head from my chest and smiled at me, while moving her arms from my neck. Next she walked over to Moses and hugged him. As Sarah hugged him, she whispered something in his ear. Moses nodded his head and let out a bellowing laugh. Then he glanced over Sarah's shoulder at me. I looked at him questioningly, wanting to know what Sarah had said, but Moses shook his head no. I glared back at him, but he ignored me as he and Sarah went into the print shop.

Suddenly I saw a large floral bag flying towards me. I ran out of the way and ducked, as the bag landed not a foot away from me. I looked up; saw a carriage, and a man standing on the back. He waved at me and then tossed Sarah's other bag. I managed to catch it, grabbed the other bag, and followed Sarah and Moses into the print shop.

Once I was through the door, I saw Moses hand disappeared and only Sarah was there. She was walking around by the printing press. She took the clean, white gloves off her tiny hands and ran her fingers along the side. She sighed and continued around to the handle and wrapped her hands around it. She closed her eyes, and I knew she was remembering all the memories associated with that old, dirty press.

A few moments later Sarah looked up and saw me. She walked over to the stairs and we walked up them to her room. As we walked in, she grinned and went from every corner to corner. We had left the room the same way as she had left it four years ago, except we cleaned it every so often.

I set Sarah's bags down at the foot of her bed and turned to leave but Sarah called my name, "James?"

"Yes?" I asked.

She came over to me; and that's when I noticed she was still wearing the locket I made her, from my mother's wedding ring. It hung around her neck and rested at the top of her chest. The gold shined and it looked still new.

"You're still wearing the locket I made," I said, the words just flying out of my mouth.

Sarah glanced down at the locket and wrapped her hand around it tightly. She nodded her head and replied, "Why wouldn't I wear it? A dear friend made it for me; and I could never thank him enough for making it, at the expense of losing something precious to him."

Then I decided to answer with what I would have said when we were younger. "So am I this dear friend or is there some other handsome man making you lockets these days?"

Sarah rolled her eyes, "Not a handsome man, but rather you, a nice boy."

"Boy? I'm not a boy! Sarah I'm twenty-four!"

"Age does not matter James. A male is a man based on his actions and character. And based off the whining you just did, you are still a boy!"

"Sarah!"

"James!"

We both started laughing, and a feeling I hadn't felt in a while came over me.

The feeling of happiness.