The sky is painted in soft hues of pink and gold as the sun dips behind the rolling hills. A warm breeze carries the scent of pine and fresh grass through the air as Olivia steps onto the porch, stopping short when she sees what Fitz has been working on all afternoon.
A porch swing.
It's sturdy, made of rich cedar, with thick cushions in the deep, earthy tones she loves. It's perfectly positioned to face the view of the fields stretching into the horizon, a quiet sanctuary at the end of each day.
Olivia turns to Fitz, her heart catching in her throat. "You built this?"
Fitz wipes his hands on his jeans, giving her that easy, lopsided grin. "For you."
She steps closer, fingers grazing the smooth wood before looking up at him. "I never thought I'd have this."
Fitz pulls her gently onto the swing, settling beside her, his arm draped around her shoulders. He presses a slow, lingering kiss to her temple, his voice steady, sure. "You do. Always."
They sway together in silence, watching the last traces of sunlight disappear into the horizon. The night settles in, the world quiet, and for the first time in a long time, Olivia allows herself to believe in forever.