*One year later*
*Unega*
A cool autumn breeze rustles through the valley as I step out onto the porch of our cabin, wrapping my shawl tighter around my shoulders. The sun is setting, casting the land in golden hues, the sky streaked with soft pinks and purples. Smoke curls from chimneys, the scent of roasted venison and fresh bread filling the crisp evening air.
We made it.
One year ago, this place was nothing more than an idea—a hope, a dream, a distant possibility. Now, it is home.
Chet steps up behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. I lean into him, breathing in his scent—woodsmoke, leather, and something uniquely him. His warmth seeps into my skin, grounding me.
“How’s he doin’?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.
I glance down at the bundle nestled against
