Chapter 8- Flying From The Nest

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Phoenix

"And you have everything?", Pete asked.

"Yes dad, I have everything.", I said sarcastically.

Today I was leaving to move in with Dal.

"Have fun, Phee.", Meg smiled.

"But not too much fun. I don't want to hear in a few months that I'm going to be an uncle.", Pete added.

I laughed so hard, I had to wipe my tears.

"Bye guys.", I said after a while.

I drove from Calabasas to Ventura, only stopping for gas or food.

I got to Dal's house by 10, and he was wide awake.

"Hey babe.", he said, when he saw me.

"Hi baby.", I replied.

We ate some pasta and talked for a bit as the night began to slow down.

By 12, Dal had Elvis Presley on as we slow danced in the living room.

"I love you, Dal.", I whispered.

"You mean it?", he asked.

I nodded.

"Well, I love you too, Phee.", he replied, kissing me.

And we fell asleep, happily ever after.

How could we ask for more?

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