“Sometimes, boring is okay.” I told him. I wish my life would be boring. Ian walked over to me and wrapped me in a bear hug.
“I’m glad to see you, and I’m glad it’s under happier circumstances.” He whispered into my neck.
“I missed you too, Ian.” I smiled up at him when he pulled away.
“So, how do I get home now? Not that I don’t want to stay to hang out with you, but I have meetings this morning.” Ian told me.
“I understand. Give me a second. I have to think of the kitchen again.” I explained. Closing my eyes, I thought of the pack house kitchen again. When I opened my eyes, there was the kitchen.
“Wow, that is fantastic.” Ian whispered, awestruck. He turned back to me before he stepped back through.
“Come visit, anytime.” he smiled.
“I promise.” I called out to him before the port
