Eighteen months after the wedding The nursery smelled like lavender and new beginnings. I stood in the doorway, one hand

One year after our wedding “We should renew our vows,” Damon said out of nowhere one morning. I looked up

Marissa invited us to lunch on a Tuesday. “Just us,” she’d specified. “You, Damon, Lily, and me. No staff, no

Three months after the wedding, I woke to the sound of rain against the windows and Damon’s arm draped across

The morning of the wedding dawned clear and perfect. I woke early, nerves and excitement warring in my chest. Today.

The night before our wedding, Damon asked me to meet him in the library. “Tradition says we shouldn’t see each

The engagement announcement hit the news the next morning. We hadn’t planned to go public immediately, but someone—probably courthouse staff—had