We weaved our way up the drive to the cabin at 4:10 am. I was dead on my feet, but my heart felt full at the thought of finally slipping into bed beside my girl. Imagining her warm little body next to me and putting a smile on her face was the only thing on my mind.
Valerie was worth the three-hour flight, and the drive from the airport. It meant leaving around eight later the same evening to catch up with the band in Tennessee the next day, but I could not have cared less.
Her bedside light came on as soon as I'd entered the cabin, "It's okay, babe, it's me," I'd said not wanting to scare her.
"Flynn?" she screamed unable to contain her shock.
I reached the top of the mezzanine and she clumsily rose to a sitting position in the bed.