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“You!” we say simultaneously

I see so us knoe’ve just been tagged on Instagram

I’m not worried It’s just a profile shot anyway, and we’re safe here, together Nobody is looking for Daniel and Diana Dixon, let alone Mr and Mrs Desilva

There are no deadbolts on our doors, no wires hanging out where electrical sockets should be, and nobody and nothing in the way of what’s ether, side-by-side Forever

“I love you my Little Pastel de nata”

“I love you my Papai”

We kiss and it sure feels like home, because that’s exactly what home is It’s not a place on a map, it’s wherever she is, and that’s where you’ll find me Forever

Extended Epilogue

Diana

Ten years later

“Let me fasten ya up, buddy”

“Yes, Daddy”

I turn and give Daniel a knowing look at the words our nine-year-old son, Declan, just uttered We both smile, but keep our cool

I fasten our five-year-old Delilah’s life jacket and then do the same with David, our seven-year-old

After a few years abroad in Portugal we decided it was tiretted our decision yet The people are wonderful, the boating scene is spectacular, and the weather is really nice Southern hospitality and char way, especially in the world we live in today