Page 174 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
I hop into the shower, and five minutes later, I’m dressed and running a brush through my hair. Long, leisurely showers are a thing of the past, along with leisurely mornings in bed on my days off.
By the time I’ve dried my hair and put on some makeup, it’s only been fifteen minutes.
I follow the sound of voices and laughter to the kitchen and stop in the doorway to appreciate the moment.
My four babies are gathered around the island with stacks of pancakes topped with blueberries and strawberries on their plates. My forever love is at the stove, spatula in hand, flipping more pancakes for his little tribe.
He turns as I walk toward him and gives me a big smile like he didn’t just see me fifteen minutes ago. I walk right into his open arms. “Love you.”
“Love you more.”
The boys make gagging noises and the girls giggle as my forever love kisses my lips.
He’s my ride or die, and I’m his.
And our home is filled with love. So much love.
We’ve gotten the life we always dreamed about.
It’s so good to be home.
