The Life We Chose
(Caleb’s POV – 3 years later)
Three Years Later – Spring in Full Bloom
The sun was rising lazily over the valley, casting golden light across the mist-draped meadows. Birds chirped from the high branches. The river flowed slow and clear, carrying the smell of fresh earth and blooming lilacs.
Caleb sat on the porch of their home, one hand cupping a warm mug of honey-root tea, the other resting over the soft swell of his belly.
The child moved inside him—a flutter, like wings brushing silk.
He smiled.
Stillness like this used to feel foreign. Like waiting for something to go wrong.
Now, it felt like living.
The World Had Changed
So had he.
Gone was the sharp-edged wolf who distrusted touch, who flinched at praise, who built walls out of duty and war.
Now he laug
