Marta thought she heard a car pull up, but paid no attention to it. She assumed it was Jeremiah, but he always came in without even a hello, so Marta was used to being ignore. So when she heard the front door open, she didn't worry, but then she heard a small thud behind her. She put the knife she was holding down, then heard her name. And it was her real name, she hadn't heard it in months. And the voice, she knew that voice without a doubt. Turning around slowly, Marta's heart pounding in her chest, she saw Ezra standing there before her. She didn't care who saw or what they may think, without a word, Marta ran over and jumped into Ezra's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulled him into a deep kiss. Nothing could have stopped her, and there would be time to talk after, but for now she just wanted to enjoy the touch of the man she loved so much and missed so dearly. 

After a few minutes, Marta finally let her legs drop and she slid back onto the floor. She pulled back from the kiss, but stayed close to Ezra. She finally took a moment to look at him, her hands running through his short hair and she laughed. "You cut your hair" she said smiling, still enjoying letting her fingers play with thew few long curls at the top. She let her hands slowly drop, and run down his arms, feeling the muscles underneath, and then she settled with her hands against his chest, which also felt hardened and muscular. Ezra had become quite the man. In their absence, Marta had always matured in her body a bit too. Going from a city girl, to a working farm girl, Marta developed a bit of a muscle herself, mostly in her arms. Her chest had grown a bit, with her body finishing its hormonal changes, and her hair blonde as ever, fell to the middle of her back. 

Still refusing to leave his arms, Marta looked up, feeling the tears finally beginning to form which were ignored while she was kissing him. "What are you doing here?" she asked, pulling him towards the couch in the sitting room and sat down on it pulling him down. She snuggled close to him, her legs draped over his and held onto his hands. "I have missed you so much." 

Not be able to contain herself, she leaned in again for another kiss, wishing it could go on for hours, but she knew Jeremiah was around somewhere and Mrs. H would be up soon. There would be some explaining to do to the old woman, but for now, Marta didn't care. She was back in the arms of the man she loved.