Dominic's POV
We don't go on a honeymoon immediately.
Emma has her Tuesday and Thursday shifts at the patisserie. The girls are in a sleep regression that has nothing to do with the wedding and everything to do with being fifteen months old and opinionated. Marcus needs me on a call with the Singapore team about the new property.
Life doesn't pause for sentiment. We both knew that going in.
"We could do a long weekend in November," Emma says Monday morning. She's feeding Ava, who is refusing the spoon on principle and trying to eat oatmeal with her hands. "Somewhere that isn't here."
"Where do you want to go?"
"Somewhere with a bathtub and no schedule."
"I can arrange that."
"I'm not asking you to arrange anything elaborate."
"Emma. A bathtub and no schedule is not elaborate."
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