One year later...
“You did it! I am so, so proud of you,” Tim said as they opened the box containing the proof copies of her first novel.
Sarah giggled. “Did you know your mom was the first one to say she wants an autographed copy?”
“Did she now? Too bad. The very first autographed copy is mine,” Tim told her before he kissed her.
“I can handle that for you right now. Hand me a Sharpie,” she gestured, and he quickly located one and passed it to her.
She opened the cover, thought for a moment, then wrote an inscription.
“Here you go, honey,” Sarah beamed as she held out the book.
He opened it and read what she’d written, and his jaw dropped open.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“How far – “
“Two months.”
Tim tossed the book aside, scooped her up and twirled her around. The book slid off the
