Alan started the car and turned the music up before I had my seatbelt clipped.He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other tapping against his thigh as his shoulders moved to the music, grinning the entire time.He couldn't have stopped if he tried, and his mood was so infectious that I gave up pretending I wasn't affected. I turned to the window so he wouldn't see me smiling.When he took the turn to the airport, I sat up straight.“Alan, where exactly are we going?”“Italy. We'll get your favorite pasta, eat all the good food, and you can rest. We'll stay a few days, and after that, anywhere you want. You pick. I've got you and the babies.”“No.”He glanced at me. “No?”“I know you're excited, and I am too. But I just got back, Alan. I don't want to start flying around. I want to settle in, take things easy, and enjoy being home for a while.”I expected an argument. Instead, he nodded.“Okay. If you don't want to travel, we won't.”He changed lanes, and I relaxed until he pulled
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