By the time I got to the airport, I could hardly breathe. Everything seemed to happen in a blur. The lovely people of JetBlue got me a seat on a flight that started boarding about five minutes after I arrived at the ticket counter.

In line for the security check I bit off every one of my fingernails.

Once I was on the plane I Googled more about Abdominal Aortic Aneurysms until it was time to put my phone into airplane mode.

It wasn't until after we were in the air when I realized I hadn't called Jake or Adam. I didn't know if my parents had been able to get in touch with Adam, or if he'd been in the operating room at the time. I didn't know if he would go to the airport straight from the hospital or go home first. I could have called him to bring me some clothes since all I had with me was my purse.

I should have called and let Jake know what was happening and that I wasn't coming home tonight. Not only because he was almost like my boyfriend, but also because my mom was almost like his mom. But it was too late for any of that now. I was not about to use one of those airplane phones.

I tried reading on my Kindle to pa.s.s the time on the three-hour flight, but I was too worried about my mom to concentrate. Once I reread the same paragraph four times and still had no idea what I'd read, I gave up and ordered a drink instead. It was too bad the flight attendants didn't serve Ambien. All I wanted to do was close my eyes and not open them until I was in Florida with my mom.

Three hours and three c.o.c.ktails later, I landed in Fort Myers. I took a cab to the hospital and found my dad in one of the waiting areas. The poor guy looked like a deflated balloon in his b.u.t.ton-up tropical print shirt, khaki cargo shorts and flip flops, with his messy hair and red eyes.

I ran into his arms and he hugged me tightly. I didn't know what he would do without Mom and I tried not to think about it.

He told me he'd talked to Adam for a while on the phone, and Adam had calmed him down by telling him how advanced this procedure was. It used to be a very risky surgery, which is probably why I'd read all that terrible stuff during my Google search.

Once at the hospital I didn't know what to do with myself. They didn't serve alcohol in the cafeteria (I asked). My fingernails were already bitten down to ugly little nubs. I tried calling Jake to tell him what was going on, but his phone went straight to voicemail. All I could think to do was look up viral videos on my phone to show Dad. We watched about ten videos just of cats. Cats can be pretty funny.

Adam arrived about an hour after I did. What a relief! He was much better in stressful situations than I was. He was the calm and reasonable member of our family, and also the one most likely to take charge. I felt relaxed just by his presence. The fact that he was calm made Dad and me calm, too. Right away Adam took control and said he was going to the cafeteria to get us snacks and drinks. Why didn't I think of that?

Shortly after Adam left the waiting room, I caught a glimpse of a guy in the hallway. All I could see was the back of him, but I could tell he was built like Jake. I felt a stab of pain in my heart.

I so wished Jake was here. Even if he left today, though, it would take at least a full day to drive down, and that was if he didn't stop at all. He would have to stop and sleep at some point. The earliest I could hope to have his arms around me again would be two days from now! And that was only if he was willing to make the trip. He might not even want to.

For the first time in my life I truly understood the meaning of the word "yearn." I had always thought of it as being a lame word used in romance novels by virgins with tiny b.o.o.bs or men with six-pack abs who wore cowboy hats. But nope, it was me; former bad girl, lover of high heels and frozen c.o.kes, who still had a crush on Pacey Witter and had never had s.e.x with a s.e.xy stranger in front of a fireplace while snowed-in at a log cabin in the woods. It was I who felt the pain of the yearn.

Another thing that caught my eye about the guy in the hallway was that he was carrying a black tote bag that said Love Pink in big fuchsia letters. I recognized the bag because I had the same one yep, another free gift with purchase. It took a real man to carry around a Victoria's Secret tote bag, and I thought to myself that whomever he was carrying that bag for was one lucky chick.

When the guy poked his head into the waiting room and smiled at me I nearly peed my pants! He looked identical to Jake! I wondered if he'd let me take a picture of him so I could show Jake his Florida doppelganger but I didn't have time to ask him.

"Hi, baby," the guy said softly. He set the tote bag down near my feet. "Sorry it took me so long. I couldn't find a parking spot. We left in a hurry, but I packed a few things for you."

It was Jake!

I jumped out of my seat and grabbed onto him and held him tighter than I have ever held onto anyone before even tighter than I held my parents' legs when I was little.

"How did you get here so fast?" I asked while my arms were still wrapped around his neck in a choke hold.

"I came with Adam," he said into my shoulder.

"But Adam, he came on a plane, right?" It was a stupid question. It's not like he borrowed George Jetson's car or arrived in a s.p.a.ceship.

"Yeah."

I let go of him and stood back to get a good look at his face. "You got on a plane?" I still needed clarification.

He shrugged like it was no big deal. "Some things are worth facing your fears for," he said quietly as if it was the most simple and obvious answer.

"You did that for me?" I asked sheepishly.

"Of course."

I hugged him again as the tears filled my eyes. "I love you, Jake. I've loved you forever and I'm sorry I didn't tell you." I didn't even care that Dad was sitting right there, and Adam had just walked into the room with fountain sodas, candy and snack-sized potato chips. I didn't need to keep him a secret anymore. Why would I ever want to keep such a sweet thing a secret anyway?

"I love you, too, Little Girl."

The surgery was a success. The doctors said my dad saved her life by making her go to the doctor for her back pain. They never would have found the aneurysm otherwise, and they were certain it would have burst had they not repaired it. I could have very easily lost my mom without warning!

We were allowed to see her once she was out of recovery and, besides being a little groggy from the medications, she seemed like her normal self.

When she saw Jake she asked, "Did you fly here?" Ha, I guess I get it from her.

"Yes," he answered.

She looked at me and smiled because she knew he hadn't done it for her.

Dad and Adam stayed to help her eat dinner but they didn't need four people in that tiny room so Jake suggested we go get something to eat.

Everything I was feeling for Jake was suddenly so strong. I was overwhelmed by the amount of love I felt for him, but underwhelmed by the various ways I knew how to express it.

I wanted him to know, to really understand, how much it meant to me that he'd come to Florida. But I didn't know the right words to say. It seemed like so many adjectives and phrases were overused these days. I was one of the guilty over-users.

I went over some words and expressions as Jake drove the rental car down the coast. Amazing was definitely overplayed, that was out for sure. Fabulous reminded me of a commercial for gum. Outstanding, super and excellent were all words a teacher would write on a well-written term paper. Magnificent made me think of shopping in Chicago. Phenomenal was the way I would describe a red-carpet look at the Golden Globes, and he was way more than a pretty dress or a cla.s.sy up-do. Extraordinary was a word I'd used just last week to describe a flourless cake I'd made. He wasn't even on the same planet as those words! I needed something more. I needed a word used to describe something that couldn't be described!

I was seriously going to invest some of my divorce money in Google.

We were seated at an outdoor table at the nearest sports bar and had just ordered beer and wings when I told him about my problem.

"I want to tell you how much this means to me, you being here. But I don't know how to say it. Every word I can think of doesn't come close."

"Don't worry about it. I know you were happy I came."

I shook my head. "See? That's the thing. I am happy a lot of the time, and for the most simple reasons. This day, and what you did for me, made me way more than happy. I can't even say it. It's like not describable."

"It's really okay," he said.

"I found a word. It means something incapable of being described in words."

"What's the word?"

"Ineffable."

"Ineffable," he repeated. "Okay."

"I thought it could be a special word that we reserved for only the most special of times and this is definitely one of them."

"You say that like there's going to be other special times."

"I hope there are," I said.

"Those are big words for a day-to-day girlfriend to say," he said.

I looked down at our hands on the table. "I don't think day-to-day is enough for me anymore," I said honestly. I nervously bit my lip and only slightly glanced up at him. "I need more. I need," I paused because, even though I knew for sure it was what I wanted, it was still difficult for me to say, "I need forever."

"You and me?" he asked. "Forever?"

I shrugged, feeling shy and fearing rejection. "I mean, if it's too much for you we can do day-to-day still. I don't want to scare you off or put too much pressure on you."

He laughed out loud. "It's funny how you think I'm the one who is scared. You and me forever I can do that."

"You think I'm the one who is scared?" I asked.

I was thankful he didn't say "duh." I'd always hated that expression. He just smiled.

"Maybe I am," I said thoughtfully. "But some things are worth facing your fears for, right?"

He smiled and nodded. "So? Are you ever going to tell me about this apartment?"

The apartment! I had forgotten all about it. How crazy that I woke up this morning in Michigan, flew to NYC, found an apartment, went shopping, and had dinner on the Gulf of Mexico. All in one day!

I shook my head. "My mom almost died today. Life is too short to be selfish. I spent way too many years without you, and I don't want to spend another one. I don't even want one minute without you."

I laced my fingers into those of my best friend and knew he was where I was supposed to be. New York was just a city. I could visit it often if I needed to. But my heart was with Jake, and that's where it needed to stay.

"I'm not moving to New York," I said firmly.

"Yes, you are," he insisted.

"I'm not. I can take cooking cla.s.ses at a community college or something. I don't need New York. I need you."

The waitress dropped off our wings and the conversation stopped as we started eating.

"Do you want to know a secret?" he asked, a few wings later.

I nodded.

"I heart New York," he admitted.

I smiled. It was a very easy place to heart.

"And the truth is," he said, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about that pastrami sandwich."

I laughed out loud.

"You might need me, Rox. But I need to live by that deli. For at least one year."

I dropped the wing I'd been holding. The bone made a clink on the ceramic plate. I knew I had buffalo sauce and blue cheese dressing on my face, but I was too stunned to grab my napkin. I knew what he was saying, that he was willing to come with me, to leave his jobs, his business behind, to be with me. I loved him for it, but I couldn't let him do it. I shook my head. "I can't let you give up everything for me."

"I'm telling you the truth. I loved being there. I can take a sabbatical. We'll give it a year and see how it works out. If it's not working, we'll reevaluate. Now tell me about this apartment. How close is it to the deli?"

Very slowly, a smile started to appear on my face. First, it was just the corners of a slanted grin, but soon it morphed itself into a huge toothpaste-commercial kind of smile. "Really?"

He nodded. I was so happy I accidentally let out a sound I hadn't heard since I was eleven and my parents took me to the set of the All New Mickey Mouse Club during our vacation in Orlando. (Yep, Justin and Ryan, I saw them first).

"This is going to be ..." I paused while I thought of a word that was good enough for us, "epic."

EPILOGUE.

I stayed in Florida for a week to help Dad take care of Mom while Jake tied up his loose ends in Ann Arbor and finished packing all of our things. Once we were ready to go, Adam took a few vacation days to drive the moving truck. He helped us unload, clean up, repaint and refinish the place. By the time the three of us were done, I had the apartment of my dreams. Well, at least a tenth of the apartment of my dreams, but that was a good start.

Adam wasn't surprised to find out about Jake and me. He said he had known the whole time, but he pretended he didn't because he appreciated our subtlety. He was more than happy to leave me in Jake's care, and Mom and Dad felt the same way.

Jake found a job at a bar in the Meat-Packing District within a week. We didn't want his business in Ann Arbor to suffer too much, so the plan was for him to schedule shoots on every third Tuesday and Wednesday. He would fly back and forth now that he had overcome his fear of flying. It would be costly, but if it kept his business afloat for a year while I was in school, it was worth it.

I thought he had a good enough portfolio to start his business up in NYC as well. He just needed to advertise. That was why I secretly had some business cards and flyers printed to surprise him. He was good at his job, and I had no doubt he would find success in The City.

Jake loved our apartment, he was happy with his new job, he felt right at home in New York, and he loved me. Everything was falling into place.

The day before school started I made it my goal to have every single box unpacked. There wasn't enough room in our place to have a bunch of boxes hanging around. I spent the day hanging photos and shelves, organizing drawers and cupboards, and scouring the Ikea website to make room for our things without having our apartment look like a cluttered h.e.l.l. It was when I got to the last box labeled "bathroom" that everything in my world changed.

In spite of donating a bunch of beauty products to the homeless shelter, I still had enough to make my bathroom look like the bas.e.m.e.nt of Barney's. I was trying to figure out where to put everything when I saw a familiar pink box. Tampons.

I pulled out the box and looked at it strangely as I tried to remember the last time I had seen them or had any use for them. It had been an unusually long time.

I pulled up the calendar on my phone to see if anything triggered my memory. Nope, I couldn't remember my last period. What are you, twelve? I scolded myself as I grabbed my purse and flew out the door toward the nearest drug store.

Jake was working the lunch shift at the bar. I sent him a text while I walked. It said to come straight home after work.

Once at the store I couldn't decide what kind to buy. There were vertical lines, perpendicular lines and the digital ones that actually spelled out the word or words. The digital one was least likely to be misunderstood, but a photo of the plus sign would look better in a pregnancy sc.r.a.pbook. Ah, screw it. I bought both and hurried home.

As I waited for Jake to walk in the door, I paced the five feet of empty s.p.a.ce in the apartment back and forth, back and forth. I bit off the nails that had finally started to grow back after Mom's surgery When I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs, I ran to the door and threw it open just as he was approaching. He looked startled.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

I pulled him into the apartment, closed the door and headed straight for the bathroom. He followed me.

"Do you remember that time we used a condom?" I asked him.

He put a finger to his chin like he was actually trying to remember. A few seconds later he shook his head.