The morning light shines through the balcony door and I open my eyes. I blink a few times before looking out the window. Big snowflakes fall, covering everything in sight. Glancing over to the corner of the room, I notice Anastasia is still asleep in her playpen. Rolling to my other side, I look at Owen. He is still asleep so I take my time, looking him over and finally noticing all of the changes. He has facial hair now.
I can't help myself, I reach out and run my fingertips along his jawline. His eyes pop open but they soften the moment he looks into my eyes. "This is new," I say softly. "Usually you shave the moment you get a little stubble."
"I didn't care for myself until you were found," he admits. "This is actually shorter than it was. I got a haircut and trimmed my facial hair be
