MARIA POV
The apartment smelled like vanilla and warm sugar, the scent of freshly baked cookies and ciambellone filling every corner. I wiped my hands on my apron, looking around with a satisfied smile. The place finally felt like home. **Our** home.
I had spent the whole day making sure of that, adding little touches to make the apartment truly ours. Cleaning every room until it shined, reorganizing the kitchen cabinets, and even putting up a few decorations. But my favorite addition, the one that made my heart swell with pride, was the large canvas print I had hung in the living room.
It was a picture of the three of us, taken after Henry and Dax’s first game of the season—one they had won, of course. I was in the middle, grinning like an i***t, while both of them kissed my cheeks
