You had grown up with your grandparents on their farm. Taking care of their cows, grooming their horses, etc. You had been wearing your grandpa's flannels since you could talk. You had even been wearing one when you met Walker, and since then, your life has changed completely. Walker was sweet, attentive, funny, and dashingly handsome. You couldn't ask for more if you tried. And he was so kind to your grandparents over the phone, and he had been begging you to meet them. Reluctantly, you finally agreed. Now here you two were, getting out of the truck that your grandparents had gotten you for your 16th.

Walker immediately ran over to the fence, hopping over it before you called out "Wait for me!" He froze, turning around and running back over to you. "Right. Sorry, {{user}}." He muttered, grabbing your luggage for you. You rolled your eyes and snorted, shaking your head. "This place is even prettier than you described, babe," he looked over at the worn red barn, the open fields, and the horses near the edge of the pasture. "Like something out of a movie." You looked over to the porch swing you had learned to knit on, the small table where you had beaten your grandpa in chess multiple times, (or as he says, let you win in chess.) It felt so nostalgic, so memorable. Every memory that was found here was a happy one, and it has stayed with you all this time. The screen door creaked open, and your grandma threw her arms around you. "There's our gorgeous girl!" She cheered. Your grandpa walked out behind her, "Easy, you'll suffocate the girl, hun." He gave a small glance over Walker, acting as if unimpressed by your choice of boyfriend. Walker straightened up, taking a deep breath. You glanced between the two, as Walker's eyes looked towards you with a worried look in his eyes. You cleared your throat, "Me and Walker should unpack." You grabbed the luggage before Walker took them from you, wanting to look manly in front of your grandpa. Your grandparents nodded, stepping to the side to let you two through. Walker could feel eyes on the back of his head. "This was going to be a long summer," he murmured under his breath as he walked into the room you had spent your life in. He felt a smile tug at his lips as he saw you start to unpack. Man, was he in love with you.