*Dove*

My eyes fluttered open to see Miles’s head resting on my bare stomach with the early morning light streaming in through the curtains and his arm wrapped around my hips. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see how peaceful he looked. I watched as he breathed softly through his slightly parted lips.

I’ll never get used to the fact that this was my life now and he was my husband. I wanted to think that I was having some kind of fever dream, ...