Building Our Tomorrow

The days after the meadow proposal felt like something out of a dream I never wanted to wake from. Colossus was different — softer, lighter, like a weight he’d carried for years had finally been lifted. He still carried that quiet intensity, still scanned every room for threats, but when his eyes found mine, they softened in a way that made my chest ache with how much I loved him. Every morning he brought me coffee exactly the way I liked it and sat with me while I sketched ideas for the shop. He’d lean over my shoulder, his huge frame warm against my back, and point at the plans with surprising thoughtfulness. “What if we put the main workbench here?” he’d ask, voice low and thoughtful. “Natural light hits it best in the afternoon. And the storage racks — I want them low enough that yo