Underneath My Skin

Epilogue

Christmas Eve; Three and a half years later.

"Are you nervous?" I ask Harry.

He looks at me with wide eyes. "Duh!"

I set my luggage down and cup his cheek. I pull his lips down to mine and he smiles into the kiss.

I pull away and look into his emerald eyes.

"I love you," I whisper.

"I love you," he whispers.

I grab my luggage and knock on the door. Seconds later it swings open and Katrina, my Foster mom, gasps and wraps her arms around my neck.

I drop my luggage and hug her back.

"Oh my gosh. We were so worried. You were supposed to be here four hours ago."

I pull away and give her an apologetic smile. Its almost eleven at night right now.

'I'm sorry. Our flight  was delayed because of the snow."

She smiles. "Oh, it's not your fault dear. Come in."

I grab my luggage and step inside the house I spent my high school years in. It's hard to believe that I haven't been here in over three years.

The smell of Ham fills my nostrils and my stomach growls.

Harry sets his bags down and Katrina wraps her arms around him. His eyes widen and he hesitanly hugs her back. I stifle a laugh.

"You must be Harry. I have heard so much about you," she mumbles into his chest.

She sways them from side to side and Harry rubs circles into her back.

"It's nice to meet you too Mrs. Robins," he says.

She pulls away from him. "Please, call me Katrina."

He smiles and looks at me with nervous eyes. This time I don't hold back my laugh.

"Kyle Robins! Your daughter and her boyfriend are here!" Katrina yells.

I smile at her words and I am thankful that she considers me a daughter.

Kyle rushes down the stairs and when he sees me, his eyes widen. He opens his arms and I walk into them.

"Oh my goodness," he says.

He pulls away from me and examines me from head to toe, in a fatherly way.

"You're not a teenager anymore," he says, his voice cracking.

Katrina scoffs. "Well of course she's not not Kyle. She's twenty two for Pete's sake."

Kyle rolls his eyes and I laugh.

It feels so good to see them after all this time. After Harry and I got together, he insisted that I stay in touch with them, so I did. For the past three years, I've mailed them Christmas gifts and birthday gifts and they've done the same.

But, for some reason, Harry insisted on meeting them and spending Christmas with them this year, so here we are.

Kyle turns to face Harry and holds his hand out. Harry steps forward and firmly shakes his hand.

"So you're the famous Harry," Kyle says nicely.

Harry smiles. "Yes sir. It's nice meeting you."

Kyle laughs and looks at me. "I like him."

Harry breathes a breath of relief and I laugh at him.

"You two must be starving! Come with me," Katrina says.