Today was Christmas, and it wouldn’t be long before Everleigh would be up and bouncing off the walls. She was always the same – vibrating with excitement and extra loud. This year was also special because it was Bentley’s first Christmas. He was only six months old and wouldn’t have a clue what was going on. But I was sure he’d enjoy the lights, new toys to chew, and having the attention of all of his family at once. Cole slept peacefully beside me. Like every morning when I was the first one up I took a minute to drink him in. I would never, ever get over how lucky I was to have him. Cole forgave me for leaving him for four years. He was the most incredible man, and I was honoured to call him my husband. Of course, he said the exact same thing about me because he was obviously a delusional fool. I brushed his brown hair, letting my fingers glide to the back of his head. Slowly, two perfect blue eyes opened and stared back at me. “Good morning,” he whispered, pulling me closer.
