~Alistair's POV~
I pulled back just enough to look at him, my eyes red and swollen, and before he could say another word, I pulled him down into a fierce, desperate kiss. It was a kiss for every sleepless night, every insult we'd endured, and every fear we'd conquered.
"God, I was so terrified," I breathed against his lips.
"I know, love. I know," he whispered back.
He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear.
"We're going home, baby."
Then he lightly tickled me, a soft laugh escaping him.
"Stop, Alex," I said, trying not to laugh through my tears.
"Don't cry," he said gently. "Your husband is here to take you home. You should be happy."
"I am happy," I replied, my voice soft. "I just… can't believe it."
"It's real, baby," he said, looking into my eyes. "You're coming home."
I looked at him again, then wrapped my arms around him tightly.
He held me just as close.
After a moment, he pulled back slightly and smiled at me.
"I love you so much, my headache."
