The Marriage Counselor volume 2

2. Are You Upset with Me?

Samantha

"Henry, I can't get married to you because my ass hole of an ex husband refuses to let me go." The words sound even worse when she says them aloud. She lifts her eyes to the rear view mirror in order to see Red's face in the back seat of the Mercedes. "That's not going to work, is it?"

She sighs, sinking back in the drivers seat and gripping the steering wheel slightly tighter than she was before. How is she possibly going to tell him?

By the time Joey got back to her with the green light to drive up to Connecticut, she already had her bag of essentials packed. If he'd returned with a no, she had a plan for sneaking out with Red and grabbing an Uber.

By the time the Mercedes is pulling up to the big house, the sun is setting in the sky. With this big open view, she can make out all the pastel colors and the fluff of the clouds easier since there are no buildings in the way.

Red high tails it out of the car once Sam opens the back door. The dog is a blur of red hair as she does zoomies all over the yard, as if she knows this is her new home. It's a moment Sam wants to remember.

Right now, she needs to find the joys in every day things. The little moments.

"There you are."

She hears him before she sees him. There's not another voice in the world that sounds like his. She'd recognize it anywhere. She turns around so fast that the blood rushes to her head and her vision appears splotchy. But she can still make out his tall figure.

Henry stands at the top of the porch, the front doors open behind him. He's dressed in his "work" clothes still, a signature white button down, a tie— today a simple black that matches his trousers. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up, revealing those muscular forearms and those hands she craves on her body. The sunlight only enhances the appearance of his golden curls, making him look like an angel. In one hand, he holds a dish towel and with the other, he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His blue eyes beam, the corner of his mouth is turned up in a knowing smile.

Her bag drops to the ground. She forgets she's holding anything. She steps in his direction, he moves down the stairs. She's so excited and preoccupied with the sight of him that she ends up tripping over her own feet. Her hands aren't quick enough to try to catch the fall, and she's about to go face first into the stairs, before he swiftly manages to catch her in his arms.

There's a look of relief on his face as he gazes down at her. "Careful there."

"T-Thanks." She breathes, hoping she doesn't look as embarrassed as she feels.

He helps her back to her feet but she's already throwing her arms around his neck, hugging him as close as possible. Her face is pressed against his chest as she inhales his sweet Burberry scent. If she didn't feel at home before, she certainly does now.

"Are you alright?" His hands are on her back, keeping her pressed to him. She feels him kiss her head.

"Better now," She nods, tilting her head back enough to look up at him, ignoring the pain it causes her neck. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." He whispers. One of his hands finds the back of her neck in order to bring her lips to his. He takes that moment to kiss her very lovingly, causing her head to spin and her knees to buckle. She'd probably slip if it wasn't for his arms supporting her.

The only reason they break apart is because Red is jumping up, trying to get her owner's attention now, wanting to share in the love. Poor Henry, he's now got two girls to deal with that have separation anxiety.