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Chapter 149

For whatever my man is
I am his forevermore

— Barbra Streisand, My Man

. . . .

So much is happening. Mine and Harry's one-year anniversary is Saturday, my birthday is next month, and my first year at Oxford will be coming to an end shortly after I turn nineteen.

I'm beyond ecstatic to finally be able to go back and live with Harry once again without having to drive all the way back here after a couple of days. Being with him, Lilly and both of our families will be so relieving on both of our stresses of having to worry about the other making the three-hour trip. I'm beyond ecstatic about my summer holiday. Nothing sounds more appealing to me than being with Harry for longer than two days.

I call him when I'm getting home from going to get dinner with Grace and then taking George out. The phone rings a few times before he answers. The phone's on speaker, and when George hears Harry's voice, he begins ballistically barking. He's looking around for Harry but quiets down when he realizes that he's not here. He lies down at my feet as I begin getting ready for a shower.

"How was your night?" I ask him.

"It was nice. I got to spend time with the baby despite Gemma always trying to take her away from me to let someone else have a turn with her."

"You really do hog that baby a lot."

"She likes me; lots of people do."

"Yeah, okay."

"Are you excited for tomorrow?"

"Very," I answer him and start the shower. "It'll be nice to get away with you for a while. Plus, I can't wait to go to London. I've never been there before."

"You'll love it."

"And this is the first trip that I'm not completely blindsided with the details of where we're going and staying."

"I figured that since it's both our anniversaries that you should be in with the decision-making process, too."

We decided to start planning this together rather than him surprising me, or even vice versa. We've chosen a few restaurants to try, several spots to visit, and which hotel to stay at. We negotiated to combine our money for this, so it wasn't just him paying for everything this time.

Since Oxford is on the way, Harry would drive here to get me then we'd travel the hour or so to London. Anne and Robin both volunteered to watch Lilly while we're away despite Harry's guilt for having to pawn her off on someone else. Our anniversary almost consisted of me driving back home and staying at his house, but Anne persisted that she wanted to spend time with her granddaughter; thus, our decision to visit London was created.

I finished the homework that would be due early next week so that Harry is my main focus this weekend. I don't want anything distracting me from celebrating the first year with the love of my life.

"Well, I just wanted to call and talk a little bit after I got home."

"Alright, I love you, and I'll see you tomorrow."

"I love you more."

. . . .

I'm late getting back to the apartment after school. My class had run late and now I'm pushing twelve minutes past our set time to leave. I spotted Harry's car parked on the street out front, and when I unlock my door, he's seated on the couch with his phone in his hand.

"Look who finally decided to show up."

I drop my keys off on the countertop along with my backpack on the floor.