Shay:
*One year later.*
The sound of Phoenix's laughter floated through the air, light and wild like it belonged to the wind. She chased after Blaze’s dog—some scrappy mutt Kat rescued a few months ago that somehow became Blaze’s shadow—barefoot and messy-haired, with a flower crown sliding sideways on her head.
She was mine. Ours. And watching her run free on the lawn outside the house, I couldn’t stop smiling.
It’s been a year since I said I do. A year of love and chaos, of learning each other in new ways and falling deeper with every bump in the road. And there were bumps. There always are when you’re married to a man like Saint—stoic, commanding, but soft for me and our daughter in a way no one else ever gets to see.
We’re building something, him and me. A home in the chaos. A lif
