Six months later...

I bounce on the edge of the seat of our SUV about to burst with excitement. "Sweet pea. Calm down." I glance over at Ford, who is driving us home. He's smiling at me. He's let his facial hair grow a touch. I can still feel the reminder on my thighs right now. He's looked so much more at ease since we left the White House.

"We're going home," I remind him. I'm smiling so big I know my face is going to hurt tomorrow, but I don't care. We're free. No more people watching us ...