Oakleigh
Another morning, another lonely awakening in my bed Carrington must have carried me to bed and then went to his room. It was becoming a routine. I couldn't help but feel sad that he wouldn't share a room with me. I knew it wasn't because he didn't love me, but because he was still dealing with his PTSD.
When I entered the kitchen, I was greeted with the heartwarming sight of Carrington feeding our two boys in their carriers. It was a beautiful moment, and for a brief moment, I got a glimpse of the future I wanted. I walked over to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, grateful for the family we had built together.
"Good morning," he said with a smile.
"Good morning," I replied, smiling back.
"I hope you slept well," he added.
"I did, thank you," I said, still feeling h
