"Ready, my love?" Jackson asked me, while I was crying to contain my excitement, staring at the house.
Our new home.
"Yes!" I almost squealed. "Come on, let's go," I grabbed his hand and led him inside. I stopped in front of the door and turned to him. "When moving into a new place, you have to do a small prayer. For protection," I told him.
"Oh really?" He asked me, pushing back the curls bouncing down my face with every move.
"Yes. You're older than me, so you should pray," I said. Jackson turned to face me then and took both my hands.
"Okay then," he nodded. "As we begin this new chapter of our lives together, may blessings always follow through, in your name Lord. Amen," I smiled at him. "Was that good? It's been a long time," he admitted.
"It was perfect," I said kissing him.
