Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I don't own Summer of My German Soldier au any of the characters. They belong to Bette Greene.
7 Years Later
I slowly opened my eyes as the light crept over my eyelids. I sat up to look out the window of my bedroom and I saw the warm, welcoming sun. I turned on my other side to see the warm, welcoming sight of Anton. With his dark hair all tossed and his head buried in his pillow, he slept. I couldn't help but smile at my husband. Everyday feels voller with him. Full. Yes, it took us what felt like forever to get here. Getting to Boston, finally getting on a mashua after a...
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