That was four years ago. Luke is almost through with his degree now, two more months and one more graduation and he'll be a real architect. And he already has a job waiting, at the firm where he's been working as an intern for the last year. I'm awfully proud of him, the way he's done it all and still managed to make time with me. It's been tough at times, but somehow it just seems to work with us.
The friends we've made here on campus don't think anything about the fact that we're just twenty-one and twenty-two and we've already been married forever. And none of them know about our shaky start. They just see us as happy and together and really that's what we are.
Luke says once he's working, I won't have to any more and we'll be able to afford more than one class for me at a time. I can get my degree in literature and be a teacher like I think I want to. I think that sounds pretty nice, but I'm going to change the plan on him a little bit. I went to the doctor this morning and he said six more months, and I pretty much floated home. I can't wait to tell Luke when he gets home, because he's wanted this to happen so bad lately. I already know what he's gonna do. He's gonna stand there in shock for a minute, and then that slow grin of his is gonna show up and his eyes will start shining, and then he's gonna hold me real carefully like I might break and kiss me a billion times and not want to stop. He gets that way sometimes, and that's just fine with me because I feel exactly the same way. Who would've guessed that my idiot step-brother would end up being the perfect husband? He tells me sometimes that maybe he loved me even before we got married, he just didn't know it. I don't know about that. I think we had to learn it together.
Oh, good, that's the door. He's home.
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