Agnes
The rest of our vacation passed in a blur. We spent our days in the sun, splashing in the ocean and exploring the town, and our evenings were spent under the stars with nothing but each other for company.
It was nice, and it was even more relaxing than I had hoped.
But when we finally arrived home after hours of travel, sunburnt and exhausted, our own beds never looked so inviting. Thea fell asleep literally mid-sentence while I was tucking her in, and Elijah and I weren’t far behind her.
It was strange how quickly we fell back into our old routines after the honeymoon. Elijah returned to his pack duties, Thea went back to school, and I dove headfirst into my work, eager to transform my vacation sketches into actual garments.
The timing couldn’t have been better—
