One Year Later
Abby
The autumn air smelled of pine, a scent that had become as much a part of home to me as the man inside putting our daughters to bed. Nick stepped back onto the porch with two Old Fashioned's in his hand. The twins were finally asleep. I sat curled up on the porch swing, a soft throw draped over my legs against the crisp fall air.
“To us,” he murmured, clinking his glass lightly against mine as he joined me on the swing.
I smiled, taking a sip, savoring the taste. “To one year married and surviving our first year of parenthood.”
Nick chuckled, leaning back, one arm draped lazily across the back of the swing, his fingers brushing my shoulder. “Twin girls, no less. We deserve a damn medal.”
I laughed softly, resting my head against his shoulder. “I still can’t belie
