Standing in the bathroom, running my clippers over the last strip of hair on the side of my head, I smile. That was the best few hours of sleep I've had in weeks. I got up and showered, trimmed my beard, and now that the sides and back of my head are shaved down again, I feel like myself. Carrigan is still asleep. It's obvious she's had a lot of late nights while I was gone. Waking up next to her, it hit me hard how much I never want to wake up without her again.
When my father was killed, I inherited a lot of his and my mother's belongings. One of the things was my mother's claddagh— her engagement ring. It's been tucked in my nightstand for the better part of the last fifteen years. I think it's time I put it on Carrigan's finger, so she truly knows how f*****g serious I am about he
