She went into our bedroom and shut the door.
"Are you going to go after her?" My father, who had said very little the entire night, asked.
I looked at him, expecting to be met with similar disappointment. But, all I found was amusement.
"She's very sweet," he said. "Son, it isn't like you to make rash decisions. You have always weighed things out. For you to decide to keep her in your life, she must be remarkably important to you."
"And the way you both look at each other," mom spoke up. "I just think you're adorable together. She is gorgeous, by the way. And that's a story for the books! Oh, you'll tell that to your kids someday!"
"Mom," my face flushed.
"Go make sure she's okay, son," dad said.
"Thank you," I smiled and stood from the table. "Excuse me."
I opened the bedroom door and saw her curled up on the bed. I crawled in behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Not exactly," she sniffled.
I kissed the back of her head softly and said, "I love you."
"I love you, too," she whispered.
"Your dad loves you, too," I said. "That's why he's mad."
"He thinks we did something really stupid," she sounded defeated.
"Didn't we?" I asked.
She was quiet.
"I know I did a lot of stupid things that night," I kept on. "Things I don't remember, but that you told me about. But, I don't regret any of it. Not a thing. Because, if I hadn't been stupid in Japan... And, if you hadn't been stupid in Japan... We never would have met each other. And, that would be a damned shame."
I felt her chest rise as she took in a deep breath, then rattle as she exhaled.
"I'm glad I was stupid in Japan," she laughed quietly. "How are your parents handling everything?"
"They're thrilled," I said. "I kind of can't believe it. They like you."
"You're just saying that to make me feel better," she said.
"I promise, I'm not," I said. "Why don't you go back out there with me and find out?"
She nodded her head and took another big breath.