ONE YEAR LATER
ONE YEAR LATER“Hads!” I holler from the kitchen as I make breakfast. The French toast and sausage are already done. “How do ya want your eggs?”
“Scrambled with cheese!” she yells from the bathroom.
When she finally walks into the kitchen, she’s grinning from ear to ear. She wraps her arms around my waist from behind as I stand at the stove.
Since she officially moved in, her waking up early every day with me has become one of our traditions. Sometimes, we cook at home, but we’ll often meet up at the B&B on her days off just as Maize brings out the first batch of biscuits.
I wish I could spend every waking minute with Hadleigh because I can’t seem to get enough of her. Something that hasn’t changed since before we started dating.
Officially making her my wife was the be
