F is for Freedom!

Alfred plopped the last of the boxes down on the growing pile in the foyer of the new apartment and slid down next to them, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his arm. "Phew," he says, and grins up at Eliza. "That's the last of 'em. I never realized we'd end up having so much stuff." He reaches his arm out, as if to have her help him up, but at the last moment he tugs her down into his lap, trapping her in a playful hug. "Welcome home!"