Despite the rapid progress that my father made, it was a whole week since the heart attack and scare before Dad was finally let out of the hospital. The week after we got engaged wasn't easy at all. The first night, Caleb clung to be on the bed and slept holding me so tight as if he was afraid of me disappearing. The next few days were still spent in disbelief.
I wasn't going to go to Paris.
I was going to take a job at Austin's.
I'd have stability.
I'd have a home.
I'd have a family someday.
I'd have stability.
The disbelief was so real. One of those nights, we went over to Jake and Claire's to celebrate. We popped up a bottle of champagne and made a toast to me and Caleb, and that was when it felt real for the first time.
Above everything, I would have me and Caleb for the rest o
