“A statement,” I repeat. He hands me his phone, and I see the statement right on the top.

From the desk of the Mayor

I am very happy to announce that yesterday I married my best friend, Savannah Harrison. We exchanged vows surrounded by our immediate family and friends. It was everything that we wanted.

We thank you for your privacy in this matter and will be sharing our official portrait as soon as we get back from our mini honeymoon.

Mayor Beau & Savannah Huntington

“Very official and very real,” I say, looking back at him. He just smiles at me. “There is so much we have to talk about.”

“We do,” he tells me. I hate that he has his glasses on, and I can’t see his face.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” he says the last word softly.

“Well, where are we going to live?” I ask, trying to ignore how his term of endearment makes me feel.

“We can live at my house when you don’t have Ethan,” he says, “then we can stay at your house when you have him. Besides Ethan loves my house.”

“You’ll be okay with that?” I ask. “You didn’t even bat an eye or think twice about it.”

“A house is just a house,” he says, looking over. “It’s who is inside that house that makes a home. You’re my home.” I reach in my bag to take out my sunglasses so he can’t see the tears in my eyes.

“For my whole life, all I wanted was a place to call home, and when I bought my house, the only thing I could think of was making a home for Ethan,” I tell him, sharing another piece of myself I haven’t told anyone else. But that is the way it is with Beau. He gets all my secrets and guards them. “I filled it with all the furniture I could. I hung pictures all over the place. I have his growth chart on the frame at the back door. I wanted him to feel like his home was his comfort place. I didn’t even think of it the way you just said it.” The tear now falls, and I look over at Beau, who grabs my hand and kisses it. “But you’re right. A home isn’t the house; it’s the people in it who fill it with love and memories.”

“That is what we are going to do. Fill whatever house we live in with love and memories,” Beau says, his voice soft. “We’ll make a home.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Beau