A week passed and Arthur still only had an appointment set up but it was better than nothing. He’d been getting strange calls from Paula, she was either crying or totally ecstatic about something her daughter did and needed to share it with him.

Glen and Madison were inseparable especially since she said yes to the proposal; it was going to be a long engagement. The wedding wouldn’t be till after she graduated and he got out of boot camp. Today was the day he shipped out, Clay wheeled Chelsea in a wheel chair threw the security check point at the air port.

“So this is weird?” Chelsea raised an eye brow looking back at Clay who had whispered in her ear.

“Why’s that?”

“Seeing my brother off to the army, not being able to see him any time I want…just saying it’s weird.” Clay expertly made his way around people with the wheel chair.

“You sure you want me here?” Chelsea still couldn’t believe her parents still refused to take her back after she was shot so she stayed at the Carlin’s, she swore it was becoming more of a hotel than a home. Kyla, Madison, Ashley and her all stayed over trying to cheer Mr. Carlin up or keep the house clean.

Clay stopped pushing the wheel chair, came around and knelt in front of her placing his hands on her thighs, “Babe you’re just as much apart of this family as anyone and besides even if I didn’t Glen did…OW….just kidding,” He smiled and kissed her lips before taking the place behind her and continuing toward…

”Which gate was it again?” he glanced in all directions. Chelsea reached into her purse that hung on one of the handle bars and scanned the directions Mr. Carlin gave them.

“Twenty five B I think, when did your writing get so shaky?”

Clay snatched the paper from her hands, “It’s…yeah twenty five B and I did it in the car so sue me if it’s a little messed up.”

“So is your mom coming?” Chelsea asked trying to search for the gate, when it was apparent it wasn’t on the first floor the two headed for the elevator.