7
Felicity
Six Years Ago
He was already there when I arrived, cradling a wiggling bundle in his arms. He didn’t see me at first, which gave me some time to appreciate the sight of him bending his head over the infant and cooing at her, his strong shoulders and back muscles shifting under the cloth of his worn T-shirt. When he paced under a break in the trees, a slice of sunlight flared down on him, making his chocolate brown hair more golden.
My breath caught as I slowed to a stop. He had to be the most breathtaking boy to ever grace the planet. And he was here, waiting for me.
When I stepped forward, a twig snapped under my feet. He lifted his head and smiled. “There you are.”
His grin did things to me. The way his lips stretched and his eyes warmed as if he were genuinely happy to
