When he got there he opened the door. Mackenzie was sitting on the couch with her back to him reading a book.
“Who was it Henry?” she asked without lifting her attention from her book.
“It’s me princess” Larry said gently.
Mackenzie froze when she heard Larry’s voice. It couldn’t be; she had to be dreaming. She was afraid to look up; she didn’t want to be disappointed. She closed her eyes and dropped the book she had been reading.
“Was this real?” she asked herself.
She opened her eyes and gathered up the courage to turn around and face the direction in which the voice had come from. Her eyes watered as she saw him leaning in the doorway, exuberating his charming smile.
“Larry” she whispered.
“I’m back princess” he said as he looked at her. His heart was filled with emotion. He had almost forgotten how beautiful she was, how the very sight of her hastened the rhythm of his beating heart. Gosh, how he had missed her. He had missed talking to her, spilling the contents of his heart and soul to her, holding her in his arms, the sweet smell of her hair, her beautiful smile, the way he felt when he held her hand in his, he could write a book on how much he had missed her. And here she was, just a few feet away from him.
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