Page 129 of When Love Found Us
Fucking wrecked.
And I’ve never been happier in my entire life.
It’s been a week since Everly came to us. Tonight, I stand in the nursery, rocking my daughter in my arms, staring at the stars on the wall.
The mural I painted for her—the lake where Blythe and I decided to build a foundation of our forever. The night sky stretching across it, endless and full of promise. The future I never thought I’d have.
Blythe is curled up in the lounge chair, watching us, exhaustion and love warring in her eyes.
“You’re staring,” she murmurs, her voice soft, sleepy.
I don’t look away from Everly. “She’s beautiful.”
Blythe smiles, that sleepy, love-drunk look stealing the last of my breath.
“She has you wrapped around her tiny little finger already.”
I smirk, brushing my lips over Everly’s dark hair. “Of course she does.”
My daughter is so small. So fucking perfect.
And then I look at Blythe. My wife. My love. The woman who changed everything.
I walk over to her, leaning down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips.
“You gave me everything,” I murmur against her mouth. “A home. A family. A place to belong. You gave me her.”
Blythe touches my cheek, her love written all over her face.
“You gave me the same thing, Atlas.”
My heart slams against my ribs, too much, too full.
I sit beside her, cradling Everly between us, pressing my forehead to Blythe’s.
I never thought this would be my life.
Never thought I’d find a love this deep, a family this whole, a future this fucking perfect.
I was wrong.
So goddamn wrong.
And I’ve never been more grateful.
Everly stirs between us, making a soft, sleepy sound.
I grin against Blythe’s lips. “Think she’s dreaming about that backyard with chickens yet?”
Blythe laughs, pressing her face into my neck. “Maybe we should give her a sibling first—but not for another year.”
I groan. Because fuck yes, I want more.
More of this. More of her. More of us.
But that’s a conversation for another day.
Right now, I have everything I’ve ever wanted.
