Kat:
The house still smelled faintly of roses and champagne.
Confetti littered the corners of the hallway like shy reminders of the celebration that had ended just hours ago. A trail of love and laughter still lingered in the air. My feet were sore, my hair was falling out of its carefully pinned twist, and my cheeks ached from smiling too hard—but my heart… God, my heart felt full.
I propped a hand on my hip and surveyed the living room, now quiet in the aftermath. The couch cushions were fluffed. The throw blankets folded. Phoenix’s baby toys—plastic keys, soft rattles, a teething ring that had seen better days—were all tucked neatly into the basket by the wall. Like they hadn’t just taken over the entire house for the past three days.
Not bad for someone running on two hours of slee
