The next 2 months were busy for us. Chase was doing really good at work and I started working with Sandy on the farm wherever I could help. On Saturdays I would accompany her to the farmers market where we would set up a booth.
If you ever asked me if I thought this would be my life, I would have told you no. But being with Chase was all that mattered. I missed my family and, most of all, Kingston, but I was happy with Chase and our life.
“How was the farmers market?” Chase asked, wiping sweat from his forehead.
“Good. I am really tired. How is bailing hay?”
“Exhausting.”
“Do you want to cancel date night?”
“Not a chance. Go take a nap if you need, but you are all mine tonight.” He said, giving me a tap on my bottom, causing me to squeal.
That was exactly what I did. I took a
