Soon, they pulled up in front of a white, two-story Victorian home not far from Main Street.

“This is gorgeous! Is this your parents' home?” It was right on the road and didn’t have much land, but it was beautiful.

A broad grin spread across his lips. “You like it?” His eyes shone with pride.

“Like it? No! I love it! It’s the perfect place to grow up. I fully expect Wally and the Beaver to coming running out of the house to greet us!” Kira was joking, but it truly was perfect. She just hoped that his parents were as nice as she hoped. Visions of her meeting them...