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Her enthusiasm fills me with relief and joy. "Do you really like it? I tried to work on it quickly... the idea was to make it livable. Of course, we'll find a style you like and furnish and decorate everything as you dream."

She nods vigorously. "I love everything. The cabin, the view, the atmosphere. It's exactly what I was dreaming of without even knowing it."

I pull her into my arms, hugging her tightly. "I'm so glad you like it," I murmur into her hair. "But remember, if you want to change anything, or if you'd prefer to look for another place..."

Rosie steps back slightly, putting a finger on my lips to silence me. "Alex, listen to me. This cabin is perfect. It's our place. I don't want to live anywhere else."

Her determined tone makes me smile. "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel obligated..."

"The only thing I feel obligated to do," Rosie says with a mischievous smile, "is to kiss you right now."

And before I can respond, her lips are on mine, in a sweet and passionate kiss that takes my breath away.

When we separate, both breathless, I can't help but laugh softly. "So," I say, "welcome home, princess."

Rosie smiles, resting her head on my chest. "Home," she repeats softly. "I like the sound of that."

Chapter 49

Rosie

The sun's golden rays dance across the sky, painting it in shades of pink and orange that reflect off the distant mountains. I sit nestled on the porch's enchanting wooden swing, a steaming cup of coffee cradled in my hands. I can't tell if it's truly the most delectable brew I've ever tasted, or if it's simply divine because Alex made it for me, but in this moment, it's absolute perfection.

The rooster's cheerful crow echoes through the crisp morning air. That sound that used to irritate me so much now makes me smile. It has become part of the soundtrack of my new life, a daily reminder of how much my world has changed in so little time.

Alex just left, not before making sure I was comfortably settled on the swing and that my breakfast was ready. He had some backlogged work to do and rushed off to tend to his beloved horses, to feed them and for his morning equestrian training session. His enthusiasm was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile as I watched him hurry away.

Now I'm here, enjoying the breathtaking view while I write on my laptop.

This is my new routine. My new life. And I couldn't be happier.

I'm savoring every moment, every second of this new adventure.

The words flow easily, inspired by this environment and all the emotions I'm experiencing. Occasionally I look up, letting my eyes wander over the green pastures and majestic mountains, feeling incredibly grateful to be here.

A sudden idea makes me smile: I could surprise Alex by preparing a picnic. The image of the two of us sitting on a blanket, surrounded by nature, as we share a meal I've prepared with my own hands, fills me with joy. I could join him when he's finished with his workday.

My phone vibrates, interrupting my thoughts. It's a message from my father:

Dad: Booked for a walk at 10. Since you’ve been here, that quirky cowboy has seen you more than your dear old dad.

I can't help but smile reading the message, but at the same time I feel a pang of guilt. He's right, I've been so caught up in Alex and this new life that I've neglected my father a bit. And there's more: I still haven't told him about my latest choices. He doesn't know that I've decided to stay here, to change careers, to live with Alex.

I sigh, taking another sip of coffee. I know I need to talk to him, and soon. My father deserves to know how happy I am, how complete I finally feel. But part of me fears his reaction. What if he doesn't understand? What if he thinks I'm making a mistake?

I shake my head, trying to push away these negative thoughts. My father loves me, and I know he just wants my happiness. I just need to find the right way to explain it all to him. Besides, I've always sensed that my father wished for me to move closer to him... but he's never explicitly asked me to make such a big change. Maria, in part, has confirmed these perceptions when I revealed what I wanted to do.

I respond to the message:

Me: I'll be there, dad. Can't wait to see you.

I close my eyes for a moment, letting the warmth of the sun caress my face. This walk will be the perfect opportunity to open up to him.

Chapter 50

Rosie

The sun shines high in the sky as I meet Dad at the trailhead. His face lights up the moment he sees me, and he pulls me into a warm embrace.

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