It didn't matter if Matt was her number one. Joseph no longer cared. It was sad on so many levels but he was absolutely thrilled to be in her life at whatever ranking she gave him. He loved her. He loved every bit of her. In his eyes, being without her was much worse than being her second choice.
"Yeah? Do you think I could earn an invite without having a sock thrown at me?" He chuckled softly as he pictured her grandmother throwing laundry at her grandfather. That was the future he wanted. He wanted to be eight-nine years old and still so madly in love what his heart pitter-pattered when his wife walked into the room.
His brow furrowed when she moved so abruptly and he shifted with her, trying to support her weight where he could, trying hi best to keep her from falling into the grass. he couldn't tell you how he managed it but, when it was all said and done, her legs were wrapped securely around his waist and her face was pressed to the side of his neck.
"I love you, Hannah," he murmured softly. "I've missed you."
He'd already said that but, now, it applied to so much more than the trip. Things hadn't been right between them since he'd left for the beach but, suddenly, it was as if all that had melted away.