As we drive home from the baby boutique, a comfortable silence settles between us. Ryan’s hand grips the steering wheel lightly, and every now and then, he glances at me with a soft smile. It’s surreal, this feeling of togetherness, after everything we’ve been through. For the first time in a long time, things between us feel... easy.
I can’t help but replay the day’s events in my mind. The way Ryan carefully picked out baby clothes, his eyes lighting up at every little pink onesie and plush toy. His attention to detail as we discussed cribs, strollers, and car seats. There was something incredibly grounding about watching him lean into this new role, and it made my heart swell in a way I hadn’t expected.
As we pull into my apartment complex, the sun has dipped below the horizon, paintin
