Romans & histoires Home Again Book

"You and your son may go home." Eden thanked the lady happily and stood, Dean following. "Ready, Cailen?" Eden asked, holding out her hand to him. Cailen hesitated for only a second then reached out and took her hand, hoping off the chair and allowing himself to be led away. The three of them were all smiles all the way home. Cailen feeling like he could fly. He had a family. He was going home. His home, his family. He couldn't believe it.

I ask before I can stop myself. "Dunno bro. Where's home? Home is nowhere but here " Stan says and beats his chest. "Trace and the unborn child, that's home. " I nod in agreement. I believe Stan. Home is not a house with an address. It is the people we love and care about. Stan has his home with Trace and the baby. The silence in the room is deafening. I wonder if I would ever boast of having a home in the future. For now, I know I do not have one.

I ask before I can stop myself. "Dunno bro. Where's home? Home is nowhere but here " Stan says and beats his chest. "Trace and the unborn child, that's home. " I nod in agreement. I believe Stan. Home is not a house with an address. It is the people we love and care about. Stan has his home with Trace and the baby. The silence in the room is deafening. I wonder if I would ever boast of having a home in the future. For now, I know I do not have one.

And they had finally, truly, come home. THE END

The journey back home—though the meaning of ‘home’ had somehow shifted for me—was smooth. I had completely leaned on Rowan, trying to get as much sleep as I could before we got home. Home. The words still felt so foreign, that somewhere so far, where they were likely only a small percentage of people like me, was a place my heart had claimed as home. However, there was no fear this time; the Florida sun shone down on me with a vengeance. I welcomed it in, my heart merry that I was back to where I belonged and just fit right.

Even now, surrounded by walls that I've only been familiar with for a little more than a day, my preference has remained the same. I sighed, shutting the book I was reading close, momentarily choosing to ponder over what I'd read so far. Giovanni's Room, was the title, a novel that prided itself on gay awareness and the likes of such. Regardless of what Stephen had claimed, I couldn't find the book I was reading back at home here, so I still couldn't finish it. Perhaps I was the one that just didn't search enough. Home. Only the thought threatened to bring tears to my eyes as memories of my life before this filled my head.

Sophie We finally made it back home. I was exhausted, to say the least, and just to think that in three days I have to travel back to New York to start my book signing tour makes me feel more exhausted. Logan pulls the SUV up to our driveway, yes, you heard me right. I am starting to see his home like my own. I'm still debating whether I should sell my house. I need to soak up in a nice hot bath big time. "We're home baby," I say turning around to see a sleeping Nate in the back. Logan's lips rise to a warm smile, I can sense him looking at me as he inhales a deep sigh.

“Home sweet home.” Greta dumps her hand luggage in the center of the Tarry shack as I walk in behind her and gaze around the much-missed home of ours. Glad to be back here even though we were not gone all that long, not even far, and yet it feels like we went to another planet. That it’s been months instead of one. It’s the warmest and most relaxing breath of fresh air to walk in here, letting all my stresses go and basking in the feel of familiar safety.

Hello Guys!!! ❤️❤️💜 That is the end of Ramon and Camilla. Sorry the updates were so slow but I took a lot of time working on this book. Hope you all loved reading the first book and the sequel. Thank-you for reading both the two books, 60 Days and The Return. I can't thank you enough for the reads and support you have shown. I have a new book coming up soon, TAMING TERRA. Please check it out. I will be posting it soon on goodnovel, the edited version.

I glanced sideways and saw Isabella desperately trying to hide her face behind my shoulder, yet her hand clung to mine with a strength that surprised me. Amid the deafening cheers, I looked at my family in the front row. Their faces were almost ashen. In that moment, I felt no vindication or even hatred. Because at last, in this reckoning 20 years overdue, I'd taken that scarred little girl by the hand and led her home. I finally understood that home wasn't where one was born, but where the love was.