“We should plan something fun tonight,” Hamilton states as he finishes running pomade-covered fingers through his long, curly hair. His eyes meet mine in the bathroom mirror.

“I’ll plan something,” I promise as I lay my head against his shoulder.

“I want to keep Liberty with me every moment I can,” he confesses. “I really don’t want to leave the two of you.” He places a kiss atop my head.

I turn to face him. “I know. But, time will fly.” I place ...