*Shelby*
**Two Months Later**
“Honey, I’m home,” I called as I shifted sideways through the townhouse doors, my arms loaded with shopping bags.
“I’m in the kitchen,” Michael called back to me, and I could hear him chuckling to himself at my endearment.
I’d finally finished my last term paper that very morning and went shopping to celebrate. I’d been living at the townhouse as much as physically possible, only going back to Cambridge when absolutely necessary. For the last week, the house with Michael was where I’d called home.
I walked into the kitchen where he was finishing up some last-minute work on his laptop. I unloaded the shopping bags off of my arms and onto the open countertop. Michael smiled, and with a small shake of his head, he clicked the top of his laptop closed.
“Wha
