"You ok with this?" I asked her. "You can stay here until we get back."
She shook her head. "No way. I'm in this with you. The boats. The island. Football. All of it."
I leaned over to steal a kiss, feeling the softness of her lips.
"Good. I'll get you home soon," I promised.
It was playoff time. And we had decided to spend some holiday time at the island before heading back to Orlando. I tried not to let the post-season get under my skin. Sierra said it was meant to be this way. We could focus on each other and the baby.
There was always next season.
I stood at the captain's chair until Sierra walked up to me. I sat her on my lap and steered over her shoulder. Maybe it was a small island, and maybe she didn't always love it like I did, but I knew Sierra was happy here. We had found something in each other that couldn't be abandoned or ignored. If that wasn't love, I didn't know what love was.