JOHN’S POV

I had spent all morning picking wildflowers from between the pine trees around us and putting them into a glass of water to create a makeshift vase. I set it in the middle of the round kitchen table and finished up making eggs, bacon, and toast before plating our breakfast.

Abigail yawned behind her hand, as she walked out of the bedroom in an oversized sweater and a pair of leggings. I couldn’t get over how gorgeous she looked with her messy bun and no ...