Juniper's Pov
Seventeen months later.
The kitchen smells like vanilla cake and frosting, and I smile to myself as I gently press the single candle into the center of Ashton’s birthday cake. It’s shaped like a jungle scene, complete with green buttercream vines, tiny edible leaves, and fondant animals that look like they came straight from a storybook. There’s a lion with a golden mane, a curious little monkey hanging from a palm tree made of sugar, a sleepy eyed giraffe, and a proud elephant with his trunk curled up in celebration. The words “Our Wild One” are written across the top in soft, leafy green script.
Just as I take a step back to admire my work, I feel a light tap on my backside. I turn around, pretending to be shocked, only to find Theodore leaning casually against the count
