Waylon smiled and rubbed her soft hair fondly, "This is our home, and this is where should we go. Why would I not bring you back here?"

His tone made Alena silent. She couldn't find a reason to refute, but no one knew better than her how much Waylon hated this place.

She didn't want him to feel a bit of reluctance, so she hesitated and said, "But you-"

Waylon interrupted her in a deep voice, "Alena, since we have decided to start again, the past is not important anymore. This is our home, and we will live together here for a lifetime."

"Waylon." Alena gripped his sleeves affectionately. She...