Well, maybe Diana could be back by Sunday night, and they could still go out to dinner, or order pizza in and enjoy an evening in if it was too late.
He’d keep his reservations at the restaurant just in case.
I liked Steve didn’t give up so easily. :)

Sometimes he felt as if he and Diana were two against the world.
Well, yes. It happens sometimes. :)

Diana kissed him, and he murmured, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”
He put his arms around her as the fire danced merrily in the hearth.
AWWW! Loved that!

Nice story! Very well written! Thanks for sharing. :)