It did feel like a dream. Shane Malone had came a long way since Paris. After what happened in the hotel, he never thought he'd be happy again. And he was happy. He smiled at his wife. Sissy was an amazing person. So kind and patient with him. After Paris, Shane knew he was never going to be the same. Time healed wounds but some things he'd never forget or truly be healed from. During the day, it was easy. He could distract himself from what happened. He had Sissy, he could write, he could do his day job and work on cars. But at night...It was very different. He often woke up in the middle of the night from his night terrors.<br/><br/>Dear, sweet Sissy. He woke her up all the time and she never complained. She would hold him, remind him he was safe. That he wasn't in Paris. That he was home, with her. He often felt guilty dumping it all on her. Especially since his night terrors often had to do with Diane, his ex girlfriend. While Sissy had his heart now, he still wished he had done things differently in Paris. Maybe if he had, Diane wouldn't be dead. Although he hadn't killed her, it often felt like her blood was on his hands.<br/><br/>Diane would want him to be happy, Shane thought. She had told him as much, one of the last times they had talked. Sissy did make him happy, happier then he thought he deserved. He was glad she had showed up at that book signing. Although she didn't have to work hard to please him. Just being herself did that.<br/><br/>Shane held her close to him and returned her kisses. Her mother had warned Shane she was a very affectionate. Not Shane minded at all. Sissy's need to show affection helped him greatly. It reminded him he was worthy of being loved and that he was loved.<br/><br/>The house was beautiful. He was almost surprised that they could afford it. He had his friend Paul and Paul's cousin, a general contractor, come check it out before he had bought the house. Shane had wanted to make sure there was nothing wrong with the house, especially when the last owners seemed very, very eager to sell it. At a much lower price then what it was valued at. Paul's cousin found nothing structurally wrong with the house. Saying if Shane and Sissy didn't take it, they'd be fools. They'd never find another deal like this house in a million years.<br/><br/>"Yes, we will be."<br/><br/>Shane replied with a grin.<br/><br/>"We'll have to get right to work on filling our new house up with some babies."<br/><br/>Shane told her with a wink. The backyard would was a good size. Lots of room for future kids to play and for him to still work out of. He liked working with his hands. He'd have room to work on cars or even build stuff for their future kids.<br/><br/>Shane kissed her forehead when she kissed his chin.<br/><br/>"Baby, I'm not worried at all. You just being you makes me happy."<br/><br/>Shane assured Sissy. He didn't want her to be anyone but herself. He hadn't wanted to marry her to replace Diane. He had fallen in love with Sissy because of what an amazing person she was.<br/><br/>"After we get unpacked and settled in, we should have some people over for dinner. You know, our families and Paul."<br/><br/>Of course, he wanted to invite Paul Westin. Paul had survived what happened in Paris too and was now his best friend. They had barely known each other before the hotel, but now, two years later, they were bonded for life.