Baylees POV
The rest of the week flashes by in a blur of sunshine, snacks, and constant clinginess. Mum and Dad took the kids and my grandparents back home a few days ago, and I swear the kids didn’t stop grinning the whole way out the door. Mum cried. Dad pretended not to. Classic.
Maymay and Ryan stayed behind for a bit longer, which was amazing—I mean, I’ve missed her like hell—but I’m also not gonna lie, I’ve been counting down the hours until I could have Caden all to myself. We’ve barely had a second alone since… well, since everything. So, tonight, Caden’s taking me on a proper date. No one else. Just us. And maybe some snacks. Preferably snacks shaped like love hearts or fried in grease.
It’s warm out, humid in that lazy beach-town way. I’ve thrown on a black sundress that float
