Three days later, I caught myself humming while folding laundry, and the realization hit me like a freight train.
I was happy.
Not the careful, fragile kind of happy that comes with new things. Not the anxious kind where you're waiting for the other shoe to drop. Just... happy. The bone-deep, can't-stop-smiling kind that I hadn't felt in so long I'd forgotten what it tasted like.
"You're doing it again." Ethan's voice came from behind me, warm with amusement.
I turned, a pair of Lily's tiny socks in my hand. "Doing what?"
"That smile." He leaned against the doorframe of the laundry room, arms crossed, watching me like I was something worth studying. "The one that makes me want to stop whatever I'm doing and kiss you."
Heat crept up my neck. "So stop what you're doing."
He pushed off
