Perfect
Leah wasn't perfect.
She didn't need to be.
It was her imperfections that Jacob loved most about her.
He loved the tiny snort in her laugh, the one you could only hear if listened closely.
He loved the way her silky, black hair was too short, even though he kept nagging her to grow it.
He loved the way a small part of her still held onto Sam, even if she knew all hope was lost.
He loved the way she was always sarcastic, even to him.
Especially to him.
And the imperfection that Jacob loved most about Leah?
She loved him back.
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