Chloe was starting to feel a bit on edge. Connor noticed it too. She hadn't quite been herself lately—her sleep was all over the place, and she was getting tangled up in nightmares every night. When Connor tried to ask her about it, Chloe just waved it off, saying she’d handle it. Connor, not convinced, had Teddy dig into what might’ve happened to her three days ago.
But amidst the chaos, there was a glimmer of good news. Chloe's family record book replacement had finally shown up. It had been hand-delivered all the way from Eldridge City, where her records had now been officially moved. Connor handed the book over to Chloe with a cheeky grin, “Looks like we’re officially on the same page now. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
Chloe took the book and gave him a sidelong glance, “When did I ever lose you?” Connor, slightly miffed, fiddled with his blue earring, “Trust me, you forgot about me at least once.”
Not in the mood for banter, Chloe opened the book, her fingers tracing over the new names. A rare smile tugged at her lips—the first one Connor had seen in days. Taking advantage of the moment, Connor slid in next to her, “Hey, tomorrow’s Friday, last day of the month. How about we make it official and get our marriage license?”
“And it’s our three-year anniversary,” he added. Chloe remembered. They’d first met at the Diamond Club on the last day of October. She nodded, “Alright, let’s do it.”
Connor was thrilled; he didn’t expect her to agree so quickly. Overjoyed, he scooped her up and spun her around, making her forget all about her recent worries, if only for a little while.
The next morning, Connor was up bright and early. By the time Chloe rolled out of bed, he was already dressed, checking himself out in the mirror. He was rocking a crisp white shirt, and his hair was styled to perfection. With his striking features, he looked like he’d just walked out of a comic book. Even Chloe couldn’t help but stare for a moment.
Seeing her awake, Connor quickly turned, eager to help, “Here you go, love. Slippers, at your service.” As she got up, he steadied her with a hand, “Careful now, don’t trip.”
When Chloe headed to the bathroom, she found Connor had already squeezed out her toothpaste and laid out her towel. His sudden attentiveness was a bit much. “Connor, I’m about to shower,” she said, trying to shoo him away.
“I’ll help you,” he offered with a grin.
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