Derrick felt a little bad watching Caitlin and Megan, saying their good-byes. He overheard Caitlin tell Megan that she'd always be the first.
"What was talking about?" He asked later on their flight to Florida where they'd find their way on a cruise and would soon be husband and wife.
"She likes to think its a race, I guess. You know, getting married, but its really not like that." She squeezed his hand. Maybe it was because she was giddy from the take off, or she was thrilled about what was before them.
"OK, I'm not in a race, either." He sighed. Finally, he felt OK about everything. He wasn't alone and he felt he was already home with Megan. He could do this. He could. Although, he thought he might die of shock as he felt the air was getting tighter. Finally, it hit him it was a panic attack, but he couldn't let her know. He didn't want a stupid panic attack right now.
Perhaps, she'd seen his true colors already, and it hadn't phased her a bit. He couldn't tell her, but he was counting on her to get him through this. Through all of it. This was starting a new life. Yet, it felt like he needed to pace himself.
Soon enough, they'd arrived at the airport. His folks picked them up. They were going to wait on the mainland. Yeap, that was his parents, the meager ones, cutting cost, wherever possible. They were even going to stay with friends while Derrick and Megan were off on their wedding trip.
Of course, they were happy to see them. Hugs and kisses. His Dad brought some bubbly along before they got on board.
"I think this might be the best holiday ever." He was all grins. Derrick could barely hold in a laugh. It felt as if it was the first time his parents were actually happy for him. His Dad didn't have him backed in a corner about working harder for his grades or choosing a new career in life. No, it was good he had Megan. It really made things so much easier with his folks. He had no idea they'd be this happy for them. Maybe they were just glad he was out of the house now, and no way was he coming back.