Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Juniper sits beside me, her head tilted back against the chair, watching our toddlers, Ava and Theo, play tag in the patch of grass near the front steps, their fiery red hair glinting in the evening light. Ava’s giggles ring out, high-pitched and pure, while Theo chases her with all the determination his tiny legs can muster.
“Your boy’s got a competitive streak,” Juniper teases, nudging me with her bare foot. She’s wearing a loose sundress, her red hair tumbling in waves around her shoulders, and the sight of her is enough to make my chest ache.
“He gets it from you,” I counter, leaning forward to rest my elbows on my knees. “You’re the one who couldn’t back down from a fight. Remember how you argued with me about firebreaks for a week straight?”
She laughs, soft and full of warmth. “I remember you grumbling like a bear about my ‘city girl nonsense.’”
“Still stand by it,” I say, smirking. “But you’re lucky I’m into feisty women.”
Juniper rolls her eyes, but there’s a blush creeping up her neck that tells me she likes the compliment. She always does, even if she pretends otherwise.
The kids tumble to the ground, Theo letting out a triumphant cheer as he tackles Ava. I stand, hands on my hips, and call out, “Hey! Gentle, bud. You’re not a linebacker yet.”
Theo looks up, his face flushed and grinning.
“That’s because she’s got my genes,” Juniper calls back, winking at me. “You’re welcome.”
I chuckle, shaking my head as I sit back down. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet, you married me,” she quips, a sly smile curving her lips.
The banter is familiar, comforting, but there’s something about today—about this moment—that feels heavier in the best way. The sun dips lower as Ava plucks a wildflower and toddles over, her little hand holding it out to Juniper.
“Mama,” she says, her voice sweet and shy.
Juniper’s eyes soften as she takes the flower, brushing Ava’s hair back from her face. “Thank you, baby girl. It’s beautiful.”
I smile, watching as she races back to join Theo, the two of them collapsing into the grass in a fit of giggles. “That’s my girl.”
Juniper leans her head against my shoulder, and the smell of her shampoo—a mix of lavender and something sweet I can never quite place—wraps around me.
“You’re good with them, you know,” she murmurs, “you were born to be a dad.”
“Yeah, well, they make it easy.” I turn my head, brushing a kiss against her temple. “You make it easy.”
She tilts her face up to me, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Is that your way of saying you’re grateful I didn’t run screaming the first time you growled at me?”
“Maybe,” I admit, sliding my hand over hers. “Or maybe it’s my way of saying I don’t deserve you, but I’m damn glad I’ve got you anyway.”
Her expression softens, her teasing fading into something deeper. “Flint, if anyone’s lucky here, it’s me. You’ve been my anchor through everything—my steady in the chaos.”
I don’t know how to respond to that, so I don’t. Instead, I pull her closer, pressing my lips to hers in a slow, lingering kiss. The rest of the world fades for a moment, leaving just the two of us.
When we pull apart, her cheeks are flushed, her lips curved into a soft smile. “You’re getting better at this sweet-talking thing.”
I smirk. “You bring it out in me, baby.”
The kids are still sprawled out in the grass, whispering conspiratorially to each other as they pluck more wildflowers. Juniper’s hand tightens on mine, and I glance down at her, the question already forming in my mind.
She beats me to it.
“Flint,” she says softly, her voice trembling just enough to catch my attention. “You brought me back to life, you know that? Before you, I thought I was chasing a purpose I’d never find. But this”—she gestures to the cabin, the forest, the kids—“this is everything I didn’t know I needed.”
I swallow hard, my throat tight. “You brought the fire, Juniper. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure it never burns out.”
Her smile turns watery, and she laughs through the tears. “You can’t just say things like that, Flint Warner. It’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair,” I tease, brushing her cheek with my thumb. “But you make it worth living.”
We sit like that for a while, watching the kids play as the sun dips below the horizon. The forest hums with life around us, and for the first time in years, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
As the stars begin to dot the sky, Theo runs up to us, his hands full of wildflowers. “Flowa!”
Juniper takes the flowers, her smile bright and full of love. “It’s perfect, Theo. Thank you.”
Theo beams, satisfied, and runs back to Ava, the two of them now chasing fireflies in the dimming light.