*Lucas*

The bungalow shimmered under the afternoon sun, its whitewashed walls throwing back the light. God, I couldn’t wait. This next step in our journey felt so right. I wanted forever with this woman. We had a baby on the way and now we had a place we could call home.

Together.

My hands were rough, calloused from work, but today they cradled a box labeled 'Lauren's Keepsakes' like it was the most fragile thing in the world.

"Lucas, you planning on moving in ...