Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Caleb smiled wide. “That makes me incredibly happy. You know I don’t want to leave my mother. But I want to make something very clear. If you don’t want to stay here forever, you come first. I would go absolutely anywhere you wanted me to because I can’t live without you.”
***
The following morning over breakfast and tea in the adorable cottage kitchen, Caleb got a bright idea.
“I wonder if I could call Bo Cheng.”
I chuckled. “Why would you want to do that?”
“I want to thank him. If he hadn’t given up his room in your house, I wouldn’t be blissfully happy right now. God knows where I would be without you, Teagan.” Caleb hugged me and kissed behind my ear. “Do you still have access to the student directory at Northern?”
“Yeah, since my attendance is on hold, I’m still considered active.”
I logged into the student portal from my phone and searched for Bo Cheng’s name. It came right up, and I recited the number for Caleb as he entered it into his phone. He put the call on speaker.
Someone answered. “Hello?”
“Bo?”
“Yeah.”
“Bo Cheng?”
“Yes.” He sounded like we’d maybe woken him up from a nap.
“You don’t know me. My name is Caleb Yates, but I owe you a huge thank you for…well, for your allergies.”
Covering my mouth, I cracked up as he continued.
“If you hadn’t been greatly allergic to Catlin Jenner, I would’ve never met my girl, Teagan. We wouldn’t be in England right now planning a future together. She wouldn’t have found her long-lost sister, and I might never have tasted s’mores or Hot Cheetos in my life. You, Bo Cheng, and your allergies are magical, my friend. You’ve changed our world.”
The next thing we heard was…a click.
My mouth dropped. “Did Bo Cheng just fucking hang up on us?”
Caleb snorted. “It seems he did.”
EPILOGUE
* * *
CALEB
The Carrolls gathered around the computer screen while Shelley spoke to Emma on Skype.
“I’m trying to get my parents to come to England next summer. Then we can finally meet!”
Maura leaned over her shoulder and chimed in. “It’s not definite yet. But it’s very likely, sweetie. We can’t wait to meet you.”
Emma jumped up and down in her seat. “Yay! I’m so excited!”
Stuart peeked out from behind Emma in the background. “Would love to see you all here.”
Not only had my wife’s little sister gained an older sibling, it seemed the entire Carroll family had accepted Emma as one of their own. They’d often Skype with her, even when they weren’t Skyping with us. And Emma seemed overjoyed to have an adopted American family.
Emma also spent quite a bit of time at home with us in Stratford whenever Stuart had plans. My mother had really taken to her. Given that she had my sister’s name, I knew spending time with Emma was also healing for Mum. It was all very cosmic. I’d always known Teagan and I were meant to be together, but finding Emma made it seem so much bigger than that—bigger than us—like all of this was meant to happen in exactly the way it had.
Teagan and I were in the midst of our first visit back to Boston together since getting married almost a year ago. A couple of weeks after our engagement at the cottage in Nottingham, Teagan and I had a small civil ceremony with just my mother, Stuart, and Emma in attendance. Teagan wore a single flower in her long, flowing hair and a simple white dress. I’d borrowed a suit from my uncle, which happened to fit. It wasn’t the fanciest of affairs, but it hadn’t needed to be. Stuart had connected the Carrolls in live via his computer so they could watch the entire thing from the US.
We’d spent the weeks after the wedding dealing with the paperwork that would allow Teagan to stay in the UK as my wife. Between finding Emma and getting married, the past year had been a whirlwind in the best possible way.
Things were better than ever, but certainly not perfect. My relationship with my father remained estranged, although when I’d brought Teagan to meet him at my uncle’s house after we were married, he’d been at least cordial to her. Mum had remained strong and hadn’t taken my father back. It seemed for the time being his drinking was under control, but without living under the same roof with him, we couldn’t be completely sure.
I’d been doing well since my days in rehab, but I recognized my need to continue therapy. So I’d gone back to seeing someone every other week. In fact, having that consistent outlet and seeing all of the good that was possible because of it helped me decide on a career. I’d changed my major to psychology and hoped to become a counselor myself.
Teagan would finally be starting her last year of school once we returned to England. Her plan was to continue working at the flower shop while she finished off her marine biology degree at my university. Even though she helped Mum a bit with the rent, she hadn’t had to spend all of the money from the ring Maura gave her, so she’d put the remainder of it in the bank to use toward school. Hopefully, after graduation she’d find a suitable job reasonably close to home. Yes, we still lived with my mother, but we were saving up for our own place. As Teagan had originally proposed, we’d opted to forego the big wedding in Boston in order to use that money toward our future house. We were thinking of possibly settling closer to Brighton, near Emma and Stuart. So many decisions to make, but we’d be making them together.