Caleb’s POV
When I get home I walk into the house as silently as I could. Listening to Harper cook and sing in the kitchen made it hard to breathe softly. She was singing to a Dorothy song and damn she could sing. I didn’t know she could sing like that but I loved the sound of her voice. At the concert, I couldn’t really hear her sing with the songs she knew. I could hear her now.
The house smells amazing with whatever she’s cooking and I can’t wait to see how it tastes. I creep up the hallway lightly walking with my work boots on, through the dining room and to the entrance of the kitchen. I stand there silent as can be, watching her move around the space cooking, singing and dancing around. I don’t think she knows how much of my heart she holds and she just keeps stealing more o
