[A/N] Final chapter, at last! Thank you everyone for joining me on this ride, it's been such a blast. Shout-out to lexiesanatomy for those long and wonderful reviews, I have probably read them over a thousand times already. THANK YOU SO MUCH! And to everyone else that left a review, you have no idea how happy you made me. THANK YOU GUYS.
IMPORTANT: I was listening to this cutie while writing the ending, I strongly suggest you do too: "The Luckiest (About Time version) - Ben Folds".

I focused my attention on the glass in my hand, moving it in a slight circle and causing the wine inside to swirl. The lighting in the dining room was low and soft but, through the glass wall that framed the long side of the room, the million lights of the busy city reflected on the almost transparent liquid, making it almost shine in the darkness.

The chair on the other side of the table was pulled out with a high-pitched screeching noise, and I half-smiled to myself. The familiar sound of Jackson Avery sitting across from me. I glanced his way, only to momentarily lose my voice at the sight. His expressive eyes shimmered in the dark, expelling the last of logical thought from my mind. They were the color of the rarest grandidierite in the sun; a clear sky through a broken prison wall; a perfect raindrop on a blue aster. Magnetizing, dazzling, fascinating. I forced my gaze away violently, struggling to remember how to breathe.

He cleared his throat, holding his own glass of wine on his one knee instead. He looked outside, through the enormous glass wall. "Pretty, isn't it?"

I nodded, my mind lost for a second before starting to function again. The view, yes. The view was pretty. The house had only two stories, but it was built at the highest side of the city, at probably the best possible spot. Thanks to that, no tall building was blocking the sight, and the entire city unfolded before our eyes. The busy highways, the monuments of modern age that were the skyscrapers, the endless neon lights of the clubs and bars, shinning on the rain-kissed sidewalks. And of course the space needle, its top a flash of blue that gleamed in the dark. If you focused hard enough, you could even see that few stars freckled the black sky – something impossible in our previous joined apartment, even with our telescope. Nights in Seattle had always amazed me. I found the symphony of lights mesmerizing, and the never-quieting, lively streets so different from the eerie stillness of Moline I was so used to.

"Did I tell you that the dining room was what did it for me?" He wondered, looking outside. "I wasn't too sure about the rest of the house, but this view right here was very hard to say no to."

"It's beautiful." I agreed. It would have been enough to make up my mind as well. If I had the money to buy the house, that was. "It's a dream house, really."

"It's kinda nice." He apathetically agreed.

Ha. "Yeah. The pool is kinda nice." I mimicked his indifferent tone.

He chuckled, very much aware of how passionately in love I had fallen with his pool. I would wake up before dawn simply so that I could take a dip before I showered, and then again he'd find me on the back yard, dipped inside the pool and clinging onto one of its walls as I read a book when he returned from a late night shift, right after I had put Harriet to sleep. I had never owned a pool, and now that there was one available for me I was taking full advantage of it.

"The plenty of TVs around here, you seem to find those kinda nice too." I commented after a moment with a teasing smile.

"Oh, come on. They're only five."

"Only five!"

"It was my heart's long desire, what can I say." He was grinning like a proud idiot and I couldn't help but laugh.

And it felt so good to finally be able to talk freely with him about such small things. I realized right then that I had never even commented on the house, on the preposterous number of TVs, on anything for that matter… not freely anyway. At first when Harriet was born and with the divorce and then custody battle so close, we had been on edge every time we'd been in the same room. Living together had been way worse than having a random stranger as a roommate. But even worse had been the past month of anger and spite. They had drained me. Physically and emotionally alike, hating him was exhausting. And I was so relieved I didn't have to do that anymore.

I realized I was staring at him once again, and looked back outside. The night sky was clear, not a cloud in the horizon – something so unusual for Seattle that it seemed astounding to my eyes. A plane was passing by right then, its green and red lights flickering as it went, dots of bright color contrasting the darkness.

"UFO." I casually said, and I grinned widely when I heard him say it along at the exact same time.

It was an inside joke of a lifetime ago, when after a late night at Joe's and a 'few' drinks, planes and foreign spaceships had seemed frighteningly similar. We'd had the laughter of our lives about it the following day, but at the time we had honestly come to believe we were in the middle of an alien invasion.

"I want that again." I mumbled unthinkingly. But then he was looking at me in wonder, and I had to finish the thought out loud. "The friendship. The good times. No walking on eggshells or endless fights or… I want the easy part back. Can we have that?"

"Of course, of course we can have that, I…" He slightly frowned, then reached to take my hand in his own. His eyes met mine, their depths endless. "Look, before everything else, I want to officially apologize for all this mess this past month, about Minnick and everything. I never meant for it to go this far, I-"

"Jackson, you don't have to-"

"Let me finish, jeez."

I snorted.

He licked his lips. "Look, honestly… all I knew was that we were on something together and then suddenly you switch sides and I find you against me instead of beside me. I realize that is not what you were doing, I know that, but in the beginning that was how I saw it and it stung a bit. I meant to simply hold a grudge, however, I never anticipated it would come to what it eventually did… I never should have treated you the way I did. And I am horribly sorry for that." He finished, his eyes honest.

"Forgiven." I simply murmured, hearing all these for the very first time. I didn't expect anything near this for his reasoning, and though not erased, I felt like his behavior wasn't the most horrible thing.

He seemed surprised. "Just like that?"

"I'm tired of fighting. I want some resolution for once."

He nodded. After a minute he smiled. "Thank you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Don't you dare think of doing something like that again."

"No ma'am."

I chuckled. "Alright. Issue resolved, then. Cheers to that." I raised my glass.

He mimicked me. "And to resolving the rest."

"The rest?" I questioned as the glasses clinked together.

He brought his to his lips and took a long, slow sip. His eyes were enigmatic.

"What? What else it there?"

"I can think of numerous things." He said. He seemed a bit cautious.

"Like?"

He thought for a second. Then he grinned. "Like you calling me a 'narrow-minded, short sighted, judgmental and insulting piece of shit', for instance. That really stung."

I blinked. "Uh… I never…" I trailed off, but then I remembered a particular conversation with a very special someone a while back. Catherine. "It was piece of work." I corrected. "And you were."

"True, but it still hurt to hear."

I let out a sigh. "Well, I'm sorry, but you deserved it."

"That has to be the worst apology in history but I'll take it."

"You do that, cause that's all you're gonna get."

He chuckled.

"But that was not what you were going to say." I pushed on. He clearly had something else on his mind when he mentioned those 'issues'.

His eyes darkened a bit. "You're too observant for your own good." He said. "But you're right."

"So tell me what you meant to, then."

"It might not be pleasant." He warned. "Or easy."

I sighed. Then I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. Tell me."

He pursed his lips. Then his hand, which had been holding mine all along, fell on his lap. His eyes were low when he spoke again, and his voice could barely be heard. "Jordan." He said. "I was thinking about Jordan."

I blinked. "J-Jordan?"

And I was in shock. Because not in a million years did I expect I would hear that word from his lips after that final argument… after the divorce… For us, it had been the choice, my choice, that led us to the end. A decision that he needed me to regret, but I couldn't bring myself to.

He gulped, and then huffed uneasily. "I didn't really mean to bring that up, sorry."

I had no idea what to say. I sat still, scared that this invisible drawer that we had locked this constant fight that poisoned our marriage would suddenly open wide, that the so carefully built wall of avoidance and overlooking would shatter with the smallest of moves.

He didn't seem as shaken, though, and that surprised me.

"But eventually…" he spoke again, "you know, Jordan is something we need to stop ignoring if we are to…" he trailed off.

And I was still too numb to realize what he was saying. So I simply just stared at him.

"Which brings us to the most burning issue in my opinion." He moved on. He paused for an endless moment, and the only sounds in the room where the ticking of the large clock, our breaths, and the distant sounds of the busy highway in the background. A few ticks after, his expression softened. "Last night." He eventually said.

And instantly my heart skipped a beat. "Oh."

"Yeah." He took another sip of wine, a smile playing on his lips.

So that time had come. Perfect.

"You seem awfully quiet, are you alright?" his voice was teasing.

The mentioning of Jordan and a teasing tone, in that order, didn't nearly fit in the same conversation. I was completely taken aback. "Just… surprised, I guess." I found my voice.

"By what?" he asked innocently.

"Your behavior, mostly." I knew he knew what I was talking about, so I didn't bother explaining that.

He was still smiling though. Not in a teasing way this time. In a… well, kind way. "I am willing to be… call it open. Or understanding. Even forgiving. Well, I am willing to be a lot of things honestly. To put my best efforts into this." He paused. "That is, if you are too."

"Define 'this'." I couldn't help but ask.

"I think we are supposed to define that together."

I met his brilliant eyes for an endless moment lost in time.

"Well, someone has to do the start." I eventually said, breaking eye contact. The tension in his gaze was overwhelming.

"Let that be you." he chuckled. "I'm the only one talking."

I rolled my eyes, but I was hesitating. And I was hesitating because God knew I had been rejected one too many times to be brave about this.

And the amazing part was that he knew that, he saw the reason behind my reluctance, my fear. And just like he had always done -as a best friend, as a husband, as a co-parent- he sought to reassure me with tender eyes and a gentle smile. To take away the cause of my uneasiness any way he could. And in this case, by speaking.

"It's now or never."

My gaze met his at the sound of his voice, and it was soft. Trusting. "I know you're tired of the hard stuff. Believe me when I say I am too. I want nothing more than to just… to fall into you, corny as it sounds." He chuckled softly, and then shook his head. "But I think that if we do this again, we need to, just as you said, resolve some issues that we have. Because we do have issues. We've hurt each other, April, so many damned times. And we never sat down and apologized, never thought to. If we don't resolve all that, if we just bury them under the carpet they will hunt us forever. We'll be doomed once again." He told me intensely.

And he was right, God, he was. Scary as it seemed, we had to open that stupid drawer, to break the freaking wall if we were to work things out. And it wouldn't be easy. It would be so goddamn hard.

I bit down on my lower lip, torn, and let out a long breath.

"Now we can do easy," he continued, "we can be just friends if you want. And I totally understand if that is what you're in for, because I am tired of all the hard stuff too. I get it, and I will respect that choice. We're not making things weird though in that case, alright? We've been through that one too many times, and if we make plain friendship complicated too then the whole argument doesn't stand. We choose easy or we don't.

"But if we…" he exclaimed, choosing his words carefully. "If we just hang on for a while and try to solve the hard stuff… through talking though, not fighting… then I'm sure we can make this work. I know it."

I felt a pout form on my face, but didn't try to hide it. "You're still not defining 'this'."

"That's what's bothering you right now?" he asked incredulously. "I'm pouring my guts out to you, and that's what you sweat on?"

I laughed, eyes wide. "Oh my God, it's 'pour your heart out', 'spill your guts'! Jesus, what is it with you?"

He chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Stupid expressions."

"And yes, that's what I sweat on." I explained. "Because if all this is just another trial for something that won't last, or if you're not all in like the last time you said so and then threw the papers on my face then I don't think I am willing to go through it again."

Halfway through the sentence the light atmosphere began to fade, and by the end we were both looking away from each other. I took a long sip of my wine, feeling the familiar warmth of alcohol spread through my veins. The slight fuzz of intoxication that was beginning to kick in was most welcome.

A second later I heard him let out a long sigh. "That's fair, but damn."

I smiled. I couldn't help it.

"I'm in, April." He said then, and I finally looked up. He did too, his eyes slightly hesitant but honest. "For a relationship, for a lifetime together, for the whole thing. I want us to work… but that doesn't mean we will, and we both know that." The look he gave me was meaningful, and I couldn't help but nod in agreement. "I can't make promises other than I will put everything I have in this. But from that point and on, it's not up to me. Or you, really."

I raised an eyebrow, the opportunity too great not to take it. "You mean it's up to God?"

"I was thinking more of fate, but whatever suits you."

"Of course" I rolled my eyes. Then I smiled up at him.

He cocked his head quizzically. "Is that a yes?"

"A yes to what?" I laughed out loud. "A yes to 'this'?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake…"

I giggled. Then, I pursed my lips. "You know what, though, I don't believe that's true. We're the ones that are in charge of what happens now. I think it's completely in our hands to make us work."

"So it's up to us… and it's not up to God?" he concluded, an eyebrow raised.

"Oh, he sure gets a say, but… Look, God doesn't act like a dictator. He shows you the right path, but from that point forward it's on you to choose whether you will follow it or not."

"And this is the right path?" he asked.

And the doorbell rang right then.

Both our heads turned towards the stairs, momentarily having forgotten all about the takeout. The second I remembered I jumped up from my seat. "I'll get it." I chirped with a huge grin lighting up my face. And as I passed by him the fizzy feeling of building enthusiasm overtook me and I couldn't help but make a little stop. I turned to face him and surprised him by quickly placing a small peck on his lips.

It was barely a touch, just a causal kiss, like we had and would be doing this for every day of our life. But the electric current that suddenly cursed through me at the action had me frozen to the spot.

This was our first kiss back home, I suddenly realized.

His eyes met mine, and our gazes locked. Slowly, he lifted his hand to push a lock of my hair behind my ear, and then cupped my cheek. Our eyes closed in synch this time, and our lips met in a much tenderer, loving way. It was a brief kiss as well, but it was impossibly more meaningful. It was a little promise that whatever happened in Montana wouldn't just stay there as a sweet memory, but was simply the beginning of our way back to each other.

It was a yes.

And once we broke apart and smiled at each other, we knew that we both knew it.

The doorbell rang once again right then. And then yet another time. And laughing and giggling we both made our way downstairs almost running in exhilaration.

I still wonder to this day how Harriet slept through all that.

And so we received the food, we grabbed a couple of plates and we went back to the dining room upstairs. Through the glassine wall, the city stayed alive despite the passing of time. It was 1 am by now, and truthfully I was exhausted. The dim lighting of the room didn't help much, and neither did the warmth of the alcohol. I could barely keep my eyelids open when he was finally sitting down on the other side of the table, across from me. I yawned.

"Tired?" he asked softly with a small smile.

"Lack of sleep is kicking in." I mumbled. I drank some wine and then began eating. For me he'd ordered my favorite pork with bamboo and bean roots, and enough of side dishes to feed an army which he got a sleepy glare for but no comment. We ate in silence for a while, and as the minutes ticked by the atmosphere remained rather calm and peaceful, which really didn't help much my fight with sleep.

"April?"

I looked up at him tiredly, chewing mechanically. I was probably half-asleep by that point. "…Yes?"

He swallowed. "You didn't pray."

"Fuck."

He burst out laughing.

And he kept doing so as I sent out a brief prayer. Tired as I might be, I couldn't not add a special little thank you at the end. When I opened my eyes again, I was smiling. Like a zombie, but still smiling.

"You look awful."

"Yeah, whose fault is that?"

He chuckled, and I huffed. My eyes closed, my arm on the table supporting my head which leaned into my palm.

"So, are we openly together?" I asked. We hadn't really covered everything yet, sleep had to wait. I blinked to force it away, and momentarily it worked.

He swallowed and then pushed a piece of bamboo around his plate with his fork. "We could be."

I chewed some more expectantly; that wasn't really an answer. But I thought I kind of understood what he meant. And then I smirked. "Oh, you wanna do the usual?"

"The usual?" He snorted. "No, not really. I'm pretty sick of the games and the secrets and the sneaking around. Let's just be us for once, what do you say?"

"That actually sounds pretty prefect." I really liked the way this was coming around. My initial wish for uncomplicated seemed to be coming true. Of course it wouldn't be easy, but starting with honesty and openness and whatever came natural for once was such a relief I could cry just thinking about it.

"Except from when my mom is around."

I laughed. "So much for openness."

"Just a tiny, bity exception." He flashed his perfect teeth at me and my resolution flattered.

"I think she's on to us already." I mumbled while drinking some wine.

He winced. "Probably, yeah. No, actually I'm sure she is."

"Then why hide it?"

"Because I don't wanna hear it. The 'I told you, Jackson, I said this would happen but you wouldn't listen'."

I took a bite and chewed, then looked up at him. "She said that?"

He looked a bit sheepish. "She wasn't the only one."

My eyebrows shot upwards.

"Can we talk about this another time?"

Snap. "But now you've got me all intrigued."

"I can intrigue you with other, much more pleasant things." There was a glint in his ocean eyes.

I giggled. "And it all comes back to this."

"No seriously, how do we do this?" his tone changed in an instant and he was serious again. Well, partly. He was grinning. "Do we have sex?"

I opened my mouth and then closed it again, looking on my plate bashfully but smiling all the way. "I mean, I think we covered that already." Wordlessly.

"Okay but last night at least was the heat of the moment, it doesn't count. We didn't really put much thought into it. Or, at least I didn't."

"Yeah, I didn't either." I realized. One second I was going back to my room to knock off, the next I was naked in his own. But this morning on our flight back had been a different story… Another yawn escaped me.

"Am I boring you?"

I smiled. "Terribly."

"The feeling is mutual."

I chuckled, and the sound was off, tired. Then I sighed. "Okay, so we're not holding anything back basically, just not rushing through anything."

"Agreed."

"No sudden elopings out of nowhere, okay?" I joked. Well, half-joked.

"No ma'am."

"Good." I mumbled, satisfied.

"And no sudden babies popping up, deal? Let's take our time for once."

"Takes two to tango." I pointed out as I put my elbow on the table and used my arm to support my head.

"So we are careful."

"Yes sir."

He chuckled. The sound of his fork clicking on his plate as he ate had me startled; only after a second did I realize I had closed my eyes. I tried to keep them open.

"You barely ate anything." He pointed out.

"I'm exhausted." I grumbled.

"At least have some of my apology- fortune cookies... I'm sorry about the other night, by the way."

"I get it, it's okay. You had a lot in your head."

"Yes, but you didn't deserve to be treated like that."

"I didn't. But you are going through a thing, and I am being here for you. I can be elastic."

His eyes were warm. "What have I done to deserve you?"

"The same things, only in a way greater scale." I slurred. I wasn't sober enough to keep talking, but the wine had nothing to do with my state of mind. "Anyway, you're forgiven." I Issue solved, hurray…"

"Your enthusiasm is overwhelming."

"I'm half asleep, let me be."

He chuckled. "Anyway, should I bring the fortune cookies?"

"I can't… Tomorrow…"

"Wow, shit just got serious."

"…shut up."

He laughed and I chuckled along, crossing my arms on the table and letting my head slide down to use them as a pillow. My cheek nuzzled against them trying to find a comfy spot, while I felt my hair glide down my shoulders to land on the cold surface of the table.

Warm fingers were on it then, pushing red locks back to uncover my newly-buried face. "Seems like your hair is hungrier than you, it almost fell inside your plate."

I smiled, too lazy to reply.

His hands stayed on my hair and stroked it a few times gently, until eventually I heard the sound of his chair scrape noisily against the floor. A few heavy steps followed, and then he pulled back the chair next to mine just as noisily and sat on it. A second later I felt his warm lips on my temple, their touch so feather-like I shivered.

A few minutes ticked by before I heard his voice again. "Did you fall asleep?"

"…Mmm." I simply hummed.

"Okay, let's go to bed."

"Mm'kay."

He slowly helped me up and held onto my waist. We came down the stairs in the rhythm of a snail, and I really enjoyed holding onto him every second of the way.

"I would have carried you but I'm super-tired myself." He said at the bottom of the stairs, and then instead of turning right he kept walking forward. A door opened and then closed behind us, and it took me a long while to realize where I was. Then I frowned.

"This is not my room."

His next yawn was too fake to be believable, and he knew it. "Oh, it's not? I guess my eyes are failing me. But well, since we are here…"

I shook my head all too knowingly. "For starters, you are impossible."

"I claim that." He murmured, and he leaned closer to open a drawer from the closet which was –very conveniently- behind me. His head reached my shoulder and he placed a little kiss there. Then his lips dragged to my throat as his hands worked to remove my shirt.

"Jackson…" I murmured, my mind numb from both the impact of sleep and his kisses. I was feeling my knees buckle. "I'm exhausted…"

His breath hit my skin between brief pauses; he was laughing. "Me too." He said, and my shirt came off. Then he unclasped my bra, removing it altogether... And I was topless.

But not for long. Just as the chilly temperature of late March began to have an effect on me, a long, over-sized dark blue t-shirt was thrown over my head. He slid my arms through the sleeves and pulled it down on me, until it straightened above my body, ending just below my butt.

Our eyes met, and his were soft. The edges of his lips twisted upwards, and then his hands moved to my front, to unbutton my jeans. He slid those down too, careful for my underwear to stay in place, and I raised my legs to help him remove them.

"There." He said eventually and threw everything on a high chair in the corner. Then he took off his own clothes and threw them on the pile as well, before grabbing his pajamas from the drawer and putting them on. He gestured towards the bed. "Make yourself at home."

"Are you sure?" I hesitated, watching him lay on the bed.

"About sleeping together? April, it's just sharing a bed."

But this wasn't Montana and he knew it. This wasn't a trip with us away from everyone and everything. This was Seattle, this was home, our everyday… Our life. This wasn't a random bed in a hotel we were sharing, this was his bed – which I had never even sat on before – and this was the first step into making it… ours. Our bed.

So it was a big deal, and it was happening fast. But then again, why on earth would we hesitate now? We knew each other, we loved… Well, maybe it was too early to say that. But we did. So maybe it was about damn time we started acting like it, and the words would follow.

As if he was thinking the same thing, Jackson's eyes softened impossibly more. He looked down at his hand, which was draped over the middle of the bed. Then he slightly patted the mattress. "Come here."

Never releasing my lip, I quickly made my way to him, trying to stop overthinking. The second I got under the covers he switched the lights closed.

Instantly a shiver shot down my spine. And it wasn't just because of the fact that he and I were about to fall asleep together again, after years –something I hadn't imagined in my wildest dreams – or because I could feel him centimeters from my in the darkness and suddenly the tension between us turned electrifying… It was also because the sheets were freaking cold.

"Brrr, Jesus." I gasped, and I heard his chuckle inches away from my face.

He scooted closer, and I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled my body on his, nuzzling against him. As always, he was so warm. Everything about him was warm, in contrast to my tiny freezing body. When I shoved my feet between his, he let out a sharp breath against my hair and I was the one to chuckle. Still, he wrapped his one hand around my body and held me close.

"Goodnight." He whispered, and gave my forehead a soft kiss.

"Hmm, goodnight." I replied, sighing in content.

And then baby cries filled the room.

We both groaned in unison, and right after laughed at our synchronization.

"Damned milk." I mumbled and squeezed further against him, not wanting to move an inch. I was just starting to warm up, and my body felt too heavy to move anyway.

"I'll go feed her some from the fridge, you sleep." He sighed. "You're more tired than I am."

I smiled. "Awe, that's so niiice." I dragged the vowel sleepily. "Thank you."

He hummed in reply, sat up and got out of the bed. "How lucky are you to have me." He muttered as he made his way to the door and out the corridor.

"The luckiest." I mumbled against the pillow, my limbs stretching on the mattress over to his side, which he had already managed to warm up.

And I was. I truly was the luckiest, wasn't I?

I found myself smiling on my own when I heard him come out of the nursery, heading with heavy steps towards the kitchen with our fuzzing daughter in his arms.

I flipped to my back. "Jackson?"

"Yeah?" I heard him call out from the hallway.

"Bring her here." I said groggily. I only opened my eyes when I felt a shadow block the light through my closed eyelids.

He was standing at the doorframe, holding a tear-strained Harriet who instantly held her hands out to me. Jackson gave me a quizzing look.

"C'mere." I whispered and stroked the mattress next to me. "I'll feed her here."

"You'll both fall asleep. And so will I." He argued, but came to sit on the bed anyway. It had been a rule from day one that neither of us ever slept with her, and he knew as well as I did that I wasn't one to just defy the rules.

"One night never killed anyone, right?" I mumbled to both our surprise, too content in my bubble of sleepy euphoria to be strict about this.

Jackson grinned and laid Harriet down on the middle of the bed, and I raised my shirt to place the baby on my breast. She instantly stopped whining and started drinking, and put her little hand on it, the way she always did.

Satisfied, I adjusted the covers so that my breast and her head were the only things exposed. In the meantime, Jackson had laid himself on the other side and he scooped close as possible so that Harriet was against his chest but he wouldn't accidentally land on her if he flipped over during the night. He then put his arm around the both of us, sealing us into the warmest embrace.

Now, I had obviously breastfed in front of Jackson a million times before, but never like this. This didn't just feel like a bonding moment between the parents and their child, it felt like… like the three of us were one. A unit. A family. I looked up at him, my sleepiness fading and awe, adoration taking its place. And when I met his eyes, I knew that he was feeling the same.

In the darkness, he leaned close the rub his nose against my own in a sweet, tender way. A smile crept onto my lips and I just let it sit there, warming my face. Once he saw it, he simply rested his forehead against my own in content. A moment after our breathings matched in sync, chests rising and falling with the sedative qualities of a lullaby.

I drifted to sleep in the arms of my perfect little family, the future lying ahead of us clearer and brighter than it had ever been. As my consciousness ebbed my mind went to a free fall, swirling with the beautiful chaos of new dreams. Dreams of endless scarlet sunrises, ocean eyes, dimpled smiles and fields of butterflies. Dreams I knew were coming true.

All thanks to Montana. All thanks to last night.

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