“Peas and carrots, baby.” I chuckled. “How about we update these tattoos and call it what it is?” “You two really were peas and carrots.” “What would you call it now?” Savannah asked me. “Something I never thought I believed in. But it’s the truth. We’re soul mates. It didn’t matter if we were living near or far. We belonged together.” “Soul mates does sound slightly more romantic than peas and carrots.” She chuckled.
