Jasmine’s POV
The afternoon sun was beautiful and much appreciated in our new home.
I sat on a swing, holding a glass of juice. Down in the green grass, Orson was running in circles, chasing abutterfly near the flower beds giggling happily.
Garrett walked out through the front door in a black t-shirt and jeans. He was carrying some of the freshly made laundry and he walked over to the washing line and hanged it then came and sat beside me.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to his side and I leaned my head against his chest, closing my eyes and breathing in his scent.
"It's so peaceful here, Garrett" I murmured, taking a sip of my tea. "I still feel like I'm going to wake up and find out it was a dream."
"It's not a dream, Jas. This is our real life now. You, m
