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Deep Blue
a matt sturniolo fanfic
Chapter Seventy Eight
Nick’s POV:
The next morning started exactly how I expected.
With Chris being dramatic.
I walked into the kitchen to find him wearing a pair of dark sunglasses.
Inside.
Matt looked up from the stove.
“…Why are you wearing sunglasses?”
Chris sighed heavily.
“Doctor’s orders.”
Matt raised an eyebrow.
“What doctor?”
“The eye doctor.”
“You went to the eye doctor overnight?”
Chris nodded solemnly.
“He said my eyes suffered irreversible emotional damage.”
Paisley immediately covered her face, already laughing.
Matt couldn’t help but laugh either.
“Oh my gosh.”
Chris pointed dramatically at both of them.
“You two think this is funny?”
“Very,” Paisley admitted.
“I witnessed something no brother should ever witness.”
Nick poured himself a cup of coffee.
“You walked into Matt’s room without knocking.”
Chris ignored me.
“I can still see it every time I close my eyes.”
Matt shook his head.
“You saw us kissing for like… two seconds.”
Chris gasped.
“Two very traumatic seconds.”
Paisley laughed so hard she nearly spilled her coffee.
“I’m so sorry.”
Chris looked at her.
“It’s okay.”
“I forgive you.”
Then he pointed at Matt.
“But him?”
“Never.”
Matt grabbed one of the couch pillows and tossed it across the room.
Chris caught it with a grin.
“Worth it.”
⸻
After breakfast, Chris set up a camera in the living room.
Matt looked over.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re filming a Q&A.”
Nick nodded.
“The comments have been asking for one ever since the Cape Cod vlog.”
Chris looked at Paisley.
“And everyone wants you in it.”
She blinked.
“Really?”
Matt smiled.
“They loved you.”
She smiled shyly.
“Okay.”
Chris rubbed his hands together.
“This is going to be fun.”
⸻
A few minutes later, the cameras were rolling.
Chris looked into the lens.
“What’s up, everybody!”
“I’m Chris.”
“I’m Nick.”
“I’m Matt.”
Paisley smiled and waved.
“And I’m Paisley.”
Chris grinned.
“Today we’re answering your questions because apparently the internet has… a lot.”
Nick picked up his phone.
“I’ll read the first one.”
He smiled.
“‘Who’s the funniest out of the four of you?’”
Chris immediately raised his hand.
“Obviously me.”
Paisley laughed.
“I mean…”
“He’s not wrong.”
Chris pointed proudly.
“I’ve been validated.”
Matt rolled his eyes.
“Don’t encourage him.”
⸻
Nick read another question.
“‘Who’s the biggest prankster?’”
All three of us pointed at Chris.
Chris looked offended.
“…I was hoping someone would say Matt.”
Paisley laughed.
“I’ve never seen Matt prank anyone.”
“Exactly,” Nick said.
⸻
Another question popped up.
“‘Who takes the longest to get ready?’”
Chris answered without hesitation.
“Matt.”
Matt looked over.
“No.”
“Absolutely.”
Paisley smiled.
“I’ve noticed he changes shirts a lot.”
Nick burst out laughing.
“I forgot about that!”
Matt buried his face in his hands.
“I changed shirts one time.”
Chris started counting on his fingers.
“Meeting Paisley’s parents…”
“The first shark dive…”
“Picking her up from the airport…”
Matt sighed.
“…Okay, maybe a few times.”
⸻
Nick scrolled again.
“Ooh, here’s a good one.”
“‘Tell us something cute we don’t know about each other.’”
Chris looked at Matt with a mischievous grin.
“Go ahead.”
Matt looked at Paisley.
“You sure?”
She smiled.
“As long as it’s not embarrassing.”
“I don’t think it is.”
He turned toward the camera.
“So…”
“One thing people probably don’t know is that Paisley talks to every shark she sees.”
Paisley’s eyes widened.
“I do not!”
“You absolutely do.”
Nick laughed.
“You do?”
Matt smiled.
“When we were diving, she’d say things like…”
“‘Hey, beautiful.’”
“‘Easy, buddy.’”
“‘You’re okay.’”
Paisley buried her face in her hands.
“I didn’t realize anyone noticed.”
Matt laughed.
“I noticed.”
“And honestly…”
“I thought it was adorable.”
She looked up at him with pink cheeks.
“I can’t believe you told everyone that.”
Chris smiled.
“I actually love that.”
⸻
Matt continued.
“She also names basically everything.”
Paisley pointed at him.
“I do not.”
“You named your favorite underwater camera.”
“…Maybe.”
“You named your boat.”
“It deserved a name.”
“You named your stuffed shark.”
“It already had a name!”
Chris was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes.
“What was the stuffed shark’s name?”
Paisley looked down, embarrassed.
“…Finn.”
Matt smiled.
“I told you it was cute.”
⸻
Nick read another question.
“‘What’s something Matt does that makes you smile?’”
Paisley didn’t even have to think.
“He remembers everything.”
The room grew quiet.
“If I mention my favorite snack once…”
“He remembers.”
“If I say I’m cold…”
“He already has a hoodie ready.”
“If I mention a random fact…”
“He remembers weeks later.”
She looked over at Matt.
“It makes me feel really cared about.”
Matt smiled softly.
“I just pay attention.”
Chris pretended to wipe away a tear.
“That was adorable.”
Nick nodded.
“It really was.”
⸻
By the time they finished filming, everyone was smiling.
Chris stopped the camera.
“That was one of my favorite Q&As we’ve ever done.”
Paisley looked at Matt.
“You really couldn’t think of anything embarrassing?”
Matt shook his head.
“I could’ve.”
“But I’d rather tell people the reasons I think you’re amazing.”
Paisley’s cheeks turned pink again.
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
Chris immediately threw his hands over his sunglasses.
“Not again!”
“My eyes!”
“They’re still healing!”
Everyone burst into laughter.
Nick shook his head.
“You are never going to let that go, are you?”
Chris smiled.
“Absolutely not.”
Matt laughed and wrapped an arm around Paisley.
“I kind of figured.”
The camera may have stopped recording, but the laughter in the room didn’t.
For the first time in a long time, it didn’t matter whether they were in Cape Cod or Los Angeles.
As long as they were together, it felt like home.
Deep Blue
a matt sturniolo fanfic
Chapter Seventy Seven
Matt’s POV:
By the time we got back to the house, everyone was exhausted.
We’d spent the entire day laughing, walking around Los Angeles, and listening to Chris debate why great white sharks were cooler than every other shark.
Paisley had politely disagreed.
Nick had somehow ended up acting as the referee.
It had been one of the best days I’d had in a long time.
Chris stretched as he walked through the front door.
“I’m officially done for the day.”
Nick nodded.
“Same here.”
Paisley smiled.
“I think the flight finally caught up to me.”
Chris pointed upstairs.
“I’m taking a shower and going to bed.”
He looked at me.
“Don’t stay up too late.”
“I won’t.”
Nick laughed.
“Sure.”
A few minutes later, both of them disappeared upstairs.
The house became surprisingly quiet.
I looked over at Paisley.
“So…”
“So…”
She smiled.
“What do you want to do?”
I thought for a moment.
“Movie?”
“I’d love that.”
⸻
A few minutes later, we were sitting on my bed in my room.
The lights were dimmed.
A bowl of popcorn sat between us.
Neither of us was paying much attention to the movie.
Paisley was curled up against my side with a blanket over both of us.
I wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
She rested her head against my chest.
“This is nice,” she said softly.
“It is.”
She looked up at me.
“I’ve missed this.”
“So have I.”
I kissed the top of her head.
“I’m really glad you came.”
She smiled.
“I’m really glad I did too.”
For a while, we simply watched the movie.
Or at least…
We pretended to.
Every now and then I’d glance down at her.
Every time I did, she’d already be looking at me.
Eventually she laughed.
“What?”
“You keep looking at me.”
“I know.”
“So do you.”
“Maybe.”
I smiled.
“I missed your face.”
She playfully nudged me.
“You’re cheesy.”
“A little.”
“A lot.”
“I’ll accept that.”
⸻
The movie continued playing quietly in the background.
Paisley reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair away from my forehead.
“I still can’t believe I’m actually here.”
I took her hand in mine.
“I was counting down the days.”
“I know.”
“You looked at the arrivals board every thirty seconds.”
I laughed.
“Chris told you?”
“The second we got in the car.”
“I should’ve known.”
She smiled warmly.
“I thought it was sweet.”
I leaned in and kissed her.
She smiled into the kiss before kissing me back.
It was slow.
Comfortable.
The kind of kiss that came naturally after spending weeks apart.
When we pulled away, we rested our foreheads together.
“I missed you,” I whispered.
“I missed you too.”
A moment later, she kissed me again.
I smiled against her lips as I wrapped my arms around her a little tighter.
Then without warning…
My bedroom door swung open.
“Matt, have you seen my—”
Chris froze.
So did we.
For about two seconds…
Nobody said a word.
Chris’s eyes got comically wide.
He immediately threw both hands over his face.
“MY EYES!”
He spun around toward the hallway.
“MY EYES!”
“They’re burning!”
“I’ve seen too much!”
Paisley buried her face against my shoulder, laughing so hard she couldn’t even look up.
I couldn’t stop laughing either.
“Chris!”
“I DIDN’T KNOW!”
His voice echoed from the hallway.
“I JUST WANTED MY CHARGER!”
“I’M SCARRED FOR LIFE!”
Nick’s bedroom door opened.
“What are you yelling ab—”
Chris pointed dramatically toward my room.
“They were kissing!”
Nick blinked once.
“…That’s it?”
Chris looked horrified.
“THAT’S IT?!”
“They were making out!”
Nick sighed dramatically.
“They’re dating.”
“What did you expect?”
Chris crossed his arms.
“I expected…”
He paused.
“I don’t know what I expected!”
“But not that!”
Nick laughed.
“You barged into his room without knocking.”
Chris thought about it for a second.
“…That’s actually a fair point.”
I leaned out of my doorway, still laughing.
“Need something?”
Chris pointed down the hallway.
“My charger.”
I reached over to my desk.
“It was right here.”
I tossed it to him.
He caught it.
“Thanks.”
He looked at both of us for a second before quickly covering his eyes again.
“I’m leaving.”
“Please keep your… romance… behind closed doors.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“We were behind a closed door.”
Chris stopped walking.
“…You know what?”
“I’m just going to bed.”
Nick started laughing again.
“Good idea.”
As Chris disappeared into his room, we could still hear him muttering dramatically.
“My poor innocent eyes…”
“They’ll never recover…”
The second his bedroom door closed, Paisley looked up at me.
“I don’t think he’s ever going to let us forget that.”
I smiled.
“Definitely not.”
She laughed, resting her head back against my shoulder.
From somewhere down the hallway, Chris shouted one last time,
“I’m still traumatized!”
Nick’s voice followed a second later.
“Go to sleep, Chris!”
The house fell quiet again.
Paisley looked at me and smiled.
“Your brothers are ridiculous.”
I laughed softly.
“They really are.”
“And honestly…”
“I wouldn’t have them any other way.”
She reached over and intertwined her fingers with mine.
“Neither would I.”
We settled back against the headboard, finally turning our attention to the movie that had been playing the entire time.
This time…
We actually watched it.
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Deep Blue
a matt sturniolo fanfic
Chapter Seventy Six
Matt’s POV:
Paisley had only been in Los Angeles for one day.
And somehow…
She already fit right in.
Chris was making pancakes.
Nick was making coffee.
Paisley was standing beside Chris laughing as he unsuccessfully tried to flip a pancake.
It landed on the floor.
Chris looked down.
“…Nobody saw that.”
Paisley laughed so hard she had to lean against the counter.
“I definitely saw it.”
“I choose to believe you didn’t.”
Nick shook his head.
“I’ve never seen someone miss the pan by that much.”
“It slipped.”
“It flew.”
“There is a difference.”
I smiled to myself.
This…
This felt normal.
Like she’d always been here.
My phone buzzed on the counter.
Madison
Madison: Is Paisley actually in LA??
I smiled.
Matt: Yeah. She got here yesterday.
Three dots appeared almost instantly.
Madison: I’m coming over.
I laughed.
Chris looked over.
“What?”
I turned my phone around so they could read it.
Chris grinned.
“That wasn’t a question.”
“Nope.”
Nick smiled.
“I had a feeling she’d want to meet her.”
Paisley looked up.
“She’s coming here?”
I nodded.
“If you’re okay with that.”
She smiled.
“Of course I am.”
⸻
About forty-five minutes later, the doorbell rang.
Chris immediately jumped up.
“I got it!”
He hurried to the front door.
“Madison!”
“Hi, Chris!”
A second later she walked into the house carrying a drink tray.
“I brought coffee!”
She stopped in the middle of the living room.
Paisley was standing beside me.
For just a second…
Neither of them said anything.
Then Madison smiled.
“So…”
“You’re Paisley.”
Paisley smiled back.
“And you’re Madison.”
“It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
“You too.”
They met in the middle of the room and hugged.
I couldn’t stop smiling.
After all the FaceTime calls and stories…
They were finally meeting.
When they pulled apart, Madison laughed.
“I’ve been hearing about you for months.”
Paisley glanced over at me with a teasing smile.
“Oh?”
I immediately looked away.
“I don’t know what she’s talking about.”
Chris burst out laughing.
“He’s lying.”
⸻
We all settled into the living room.
Madison handed everyone their coffee before sitting beside Paisley.
“So…”
“I have questions.”
Paisley laughed.
“I figured.”
“What made you fall in love with sharks?”
Paisley’s face immediately lit up.
“I’ve loved them since I was little.”
“My parents bought me this stuffed great white when I was six…”
Chris pointed across the room.
“I knew it!”
“You still have it?”
Paisley nodded.
“It’s on my bed at home.”
Madison smiled.
“That’s actually adorable.”
“It kind of is.”
“And Roo?” Madison asked.
“How old is he?”
“Four.”
Paisley immediately pulled out her phone.
“I have pictures.”
“Oh, I definitely need to see those.”
Within seconds, the two of them were scrolling through dozens of photos.
Roo wearing sunglasses.
Roo asleep upside down on the couch.
Roo in his little “Will You Be My Girlfriend?” shirt.
Madison laughed.
“Okay…”
“I officially love him.”
Paisley grinned.
“Everyone does.”
⸻
Chris slowly leaned over toward Nick.
“I think we’ve been replaced.”
Nick looked over.
“I think you’re right.”
“They don’t even need us anymore.”
I laughed.
“They’ve known each other for ten minutes.”
Chris sighed dramatically.
“It was a good run.”
Paisley overheard him and laughed.
“Oh, stop.”
Madison smiled.
“They’re funny.”
“Sometimes.”
Chris placed a hand over his heart.
“That hurt.”
⸻
After a while, Madison looked over at Paisley.
“Can I tell you something?”
“Of course.”
“I totally understand why Matt likes you so much.”
I nearly choked on my coffee.
Chris immediately started laughing.
Nick smirked.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“He talks about you constantly.”
“I do not.”
“You absolutely do,” Nick said.
Chris pretended to count on his fingers.
“Let’s see…”
“This morning alone…”
“You mentioned Paisley…”
“…eighteen times.”
“I did not.”
“You asked if she’d slept okay.”
“You asked what she’d like for breakfast.”
“You asked if LA weather was too hot.”
“You asked if she wanted another blanket last night.”
Chris grinned.
“And that’s before nine in the morning.”
Paisley looked over at me with the sweetest smile.
“Really?”
I rubbed the back of my neck.
“…Maybe a little.”
She laughed softly.
“I think it’s cute.”
Chris pointed triumphantly.
“See!”
⸻
Paisley looked back at Madison.
“I could say the same thing.”
“What do you mean?”
“Matt always tells me how kind you are.”
“And…”
“I’ve listened to your music for years.”
Madison blinked.
“Really?”
Paisley nodded.
“You have an amazing voice.”
“I’ve always admired how genuine you seem.”
A smile spread across Madison’s face.
“That honestly means a lot.”
She reached over and hugged Paisley again.
“I had a feeling we’d get along.”
Paisley laughed.
“So did I.”
⸻
By lunchtime, Chris had declared that everyone needed tacos.
“No arguments.”
“I’m starving.”
“So am I,” Nick admitted.
We all climbed into the SUV and headed to our favorite pizza place.
The entire lunch was filled with laughter.
Chris somehow convinced Madison and Paisley to rank every shark species.
Nick disagreed with almost every ranking.
“You cannot put tiger sharks below hammerheads.”
“I absolutely can.”
“You absolutely can’t.”
Paisley laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes.
“I didn’t know shark rankings could be so competitive.”
“They’re serious business,” Chris replied.
⸻
After lunch, we walked down the sidewalk together.
Madison slowed her pace until she was walking beside me.
She looked over at Paisley, who was laughing with Nick and Chris a few steps ahead.
Then she looked back at me.
“Can I be honest?”
“Always.”
“She’s even sweeter in person.”
I smiled.
“I know.”
Madison nudged my shoulder.
“I’ve never seen you this happy.”
I watched Paisley smile as Chris dramatically acted out one of his stories, making both her and Nick laugh.
Without taking my eyes off her, I answered quietly,
“Neither have I.”
Madison smiled knowingly.
“I’m really happy for you.”
“Thanks.”
Ahead of us, Paisley turned around.
“You two coming?”
I smiled.
“We’re coming.”
I slipped my hand into Paisley’s as soon as I caught up to her.
She smiled and gently squeezed it.
As the six of us continued walking through the sunny streets of Los Angeles, it felt like two completely different parts of my life had finally come together.
And somehow…
They fit together perfectly.
Deep Blue
a matt sturniolo fanfic
Chapter Seventy Five
Matt’s POV:
I was awake before my alarm.
I rolled over and looked at my phone.
6:12 a.m.
Her flight wasn’t supposed to land until 11:20.
I sighed.
There was no chance I was falling back asleep.
I walked downstairs, expecting the house to be quiet.
Instead, I found Chris sitting at the kitchen island with a giant piece of poster board, colored markers scattered everywhere.
I laughed.
“What are you doing?”
Chris didn’t even look up.
“Working.”
“At six in the morning?”
He nodded seriously.
“This is important.”
I walked around the island.
On the poster board, written in huge blue letters, were the words:
WELCOME TO LA, HONORARY TRIPLET!
Little sharks were drawn around every edge.
I couldn’t help but smile.
“Chris…”
“What?”
“It’s huge.”
“Exactly.”
“You don’t think that’s a little embarrassing?”
“For you?”
He shrugged.
“Maybe.”
“For Paisley?”
“Definitely.”
“Perfect.”
I shook my head, laughing.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“I know.”
⸻
A few minutes later, Nick wandered downstairs, still half asleep.
He stopped when he saw Chris’s sign.
“…You actually made it.”
Chris looked offended.
“You doubted me?”
“I absolutely did.”
Nick looked over at me.
“What time did you wake up?”
“About six.”
He smirked.
“So neither of you slept?”
“Not really.”
Chris pointed his marker at me.
“He’s excited.”
“I am.”
Nick laughed.
“You swam with great white sharks without blinking.”
I smiled.
“I know.”
“But somehow…”
“I’m more nervous about seeing Paisley.”
Chris grinned.
“That’s adorable.”
“I’ll pretend you didn’t say that.”
⸻
By the time we left for the airport, Chris had insisted we were going to be late.
We weren’t.
In fact…
We arrived almost an hour and a half early.
Matt checked the arrivals board.
On Time.
Thirty seconds later…
He checked again.
Nick noticed.
“You know the board isn’t going to change every five seconds.”
“I know.”
Another thirty seconds passed.
Matt looked again.
Chris leaned toward Nick.
“I’ve never seen him like this.”
Nick smiled.
“Neither have I.”
⸻
Finally…
The arrivals doors opened.
Passengers began walking through.
Families reunited.
Friends hugged.
People rushed to collect luggage.
I searched every face.
Then…
There she was.
Paisley.
She was pulling a navy-blue suitcase behind her, looking around the terminal.
The moment our eyes met…
Her entire face lit up.
She let go of her suitcase.
Without thinking, I started walking toward her.
Then walking turned into almost running.
She met me halfway.
The second I reached her, I gently cupped her face and kissed her.
It wasn’t rushed.
It wasn’t dramatic.
It just felt…
Right.
When we finally pulled away, I wrapped my arms around her.
She hugged me just as tightly.
“I missed you,” I whispered.
She smiled against my shoulder.
“I missed you too.”
For a moment…
Nothing else mattered.
Not the people walking past us.
Not the announcements echoing through the airport.
Just her.
I pulled back enough to look at her.
“You actually came.”
She laughed.
“I told you I would.”
I kissed her forehead.
“I’m really glad you’re here.”
“So am I.”
⸻
A loud fake cough interrupted us.
Chris.
“Excuse me.”
“You two done?”
Paisley laughed.
“I think so.”
Chris proudly held up his enormous sign.
“WELCOME TO LA, HONORARY TRIPLET!”
Paisley burst into laughter.
“Oh my gosh!”
“You actually made a sign!”
Chris looked incredibly proud.
“I spent almost two hours on it.”
Nick smirked.
“He started before seven this morning.”
Paisley laughed so hard she had to wipe tears from her eyes.
“I love it.”
Chris gasped dramatically.
“You do?”
“I really do.”
She walked over and hugged him.
Chris hugged her back with a huge smile.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
She turned to Nick next.
Nick smiled before pulling her into a hug.
“It’s good to have you here.”
“It’s good to be here.”
⸻
Chris grabbed her suitcase before she could.
“I got it.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I insist.”
Matt leaned down and quietly took her hand.
She smiled without saying a word.
As we walked toward the parking garage, our fingers stayed intertwined.
It felt so normal.
Like we hadn’t spent weeks on opposite sides of the country.
⸻
The drive home was exactly what I expected.
Chris talked almost the entire way.
“So…”
He twisted around in his seat.
“I made an itinerary.”
Paisley laughed.
“You made an itinerary?”
“I absolutely did.”
Nick reached into the center console and pulled out a folded piece of paper.
“It’s color-coded.”
Paisley’s eyes widened.
“You actually printed it?”
Chris nodded proudly.
“Today’s schedule.”
He cleared his throat dramatically.
“House tour.”
“Tacos.”
“Beach.”
“Sunset.”
He flipped the page.
“Tomorrow.”
“Aquarium.”
“Santa Monica Pier.”
“Ice cream.”
Paisley looked over at me.
“Did you know about this?”
I laughed.
“I’ve been hearing about it for three days.”
Chris smiled.
“We take hosting very seriously.”
⸻
Paisley’s POV:
The house somehow felt exactly like I imagined it would.
Warm.
Bright.
Comfortable.
The second we walked through the front door, Chris dramatically spread his arms.
“Welcome home!”
I laughed.
“It already feels like one.”
Matt smiled beside me.
“I’m glad.”
Nick picked up my suitcase.
“Come on.”
“We’ll show you around.”
Chris immediately took the lead.
“This…”
He pointed toward the living room.
“…is where we spend way too much time editing videos.”
He walked into the kitchen.
“This is where Matt makes breakfast.”
I smiled.
“I’ve heard.”
“He makes really good pancakes.”
Matt laughed.
“I appreciate the endorsement.”
Chris continued down the hallway before stopping outside another door.
“And finally…”
He pushed the door open.
“Matt’s room!”
I looked inside.
It was cozy and surprisingly organized.
A framed photo of the three brothers sat on the dresser, along with a few pictures from Cape Cod that Matt had already printed. There were books, camera gear, and a stuffed great white shark sitting on a shelf.
Matt rubbed the back of his neck.
“I figured…”
“If you’re okay with it…”
“You could stay in here with me.”
I smiled.
“I’d like that.”
Chris grinned.
“I called it.”
Nick laughed.
“We all knew that’s what was going to happen.”
Matt rolled his eyes.
“You two are unbelievable.”
Chris shrugged.
“I’m just saying, it saves us from pretending anyone thought otherwise.”
Everyone laughed.
Matt carried my suitcase into his room and set it beside the bed.
“I made some space in the closet for your clothes.”
I looked over and saw one side cleared out with empty hangers waiting for me.
“You planned ahead.”
He smiled sheepishly.
“Maybe a little.”
I wrapped my arms around him.
“Thank you.”
He hugged me back.
“I’m just happy you’re here.”
I looked around his room one more time before smiling.
“It already feels like home.”
Before either of us could say anything else, Chris yelled from downstairs.
“Hurry up!”
“The tacos are getting cold!”
Nick laughed from the hallway.
“I think that’s our cue.”
Matt took my hand.
“Ready?”
I smiled.
“Absolutely.”
Hand in hand, we headed downstairs, already laughing before we even reached the kitchen.
Being thousands of miles away from Cape Cod didn’t feel nearly as overwhelming anymore.
Because wherever Matt was…
It already felt like home.