(Mira)
Three days after the wedding Ridge took me back to the lake cabin.
Not for a big honeymoon.
Not for a trip full of plans, people, and places I had to dress up for.
Just the two of us. The cabin. The dock. The water.
The drive felt different from the last time. Not because anything had changed on the road. Just because I had. The woman sitting in that passenger seat with her hand on her stomach and Ridge's ring on her finger wasn't the same one who had made this drive before.
That one had been terrified underneath the happiness.
This one wasn't.
When we pulled up I got out and stood in the gravel and looked at it for a moment. The trees around it. The water visible just past the side of the cabin. The quiet that came from being far enough from everything else that everything
