"It wasn't what my parents wanted, but Vera seems alright with the verdict."

Two months later and the judge had finally ruled on my sister's domestic violence case, ruling that Aidan would have to serve six weeks in the state prison and pay a fine of $1,000. They had also granted Vera's restraining order against the man.

My parents had wanted a more severe punishment, but Vera had maturely pointed out that he had only hit her twice, and although the second time had resulted in visible injuries that took a good deal of time to heal, they were still only bruises. He hadn't attempted murder.

"Well I guess that Vera's opinion is the most important here." Andrew commented, his eyes remaining on the road. "Right?"

I nodded.


We continued to drive. He was taking me to Austin to meet his extended family and childhood friends, which I was simultaneously nervous and excited about. His immediate family lived in Houston with him, since they had just moved there, and I had met them on multiple occasions. His mother was an absolute doll and his father cracked so many dad jokes that I could see steam coming out of Andrew's ears whenever his father opened his mouth. I positively loved it; his family was beyond kind to me and I couldn't ask for them to treat me any better.

But extended family and friends were sure to be a bit more judgemental, at least in my previous experience.

I looked over at Andrew as one of my favorite songs came on his Spotify playlist that was blasting through the car stereo: "Our Song" by Taylor Swift.

Call it Texas stereotypes, but I was a huge fan of Taylor Swift.

"You're lucky I added this to the list." Andrew grinned as he looked at the giant smile on my face. "It was a close call between wanting to not rip out my ears and seeing your beautiful smile."

I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaning my head out of my window and yelling the lyrics as loud as I could.

"I was sitting shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car!"

"Sam, you're killing me."

"He had a one hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on my heart!"

"You clearly didn't inherit your father's singing abilities."

"I look around, turn the radio down, he says 'baby is something wrong?'"

"Yes, your singing."

"I say 'nothing, I was just thinking how we don't have a song.'"

"It's definitely not this song."

"And he says,"

I looked over at Andrew in the split second between the song transitioning from verse to chorus and saw a slight smile on his face as his mouth opened to sing along with me.

"Our song is the slammin' screen door, sneaking out late, tapping on your window. When we're on the phone and you talk real slow, 'cause it's late and your mama don't know. Our song is the way you laugh; the first date 'man I didn't kiss her and I should have'. And when I got home, before I said 'amen', askin' God if He could play it again!"

I had never been so happy in my life. I had never wanted to be with someone more than in that very moment, speeding along the freeway, singing at the top of my lungs to my favorite song in the world, with my favorite person in the world.

I was completely and totally in love with him.


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