*Lucas*
The bungalow shimmered under the afternoon sun, its whitewashed walls throwing back the light. God, I couldn’t wait. This next step in our journey felt so right. I wanted forever with this woman. We had a baby on the way and now we had a place we could call home.
Together.
My hands were rough, calloused from work, but today they cradled a box labeled 'Lauren's Keepsakes' like it was the most fragile thing in the world.
"Lucas, you planning on moving in or just gonna stand there admiring the view?" Michael's voice brought me back to reality and out of my thoughts.
Lauren's father had this gruff but polished exterior, something I'd learned not to judge him by. Despite his wealth, he was a hard worker and he cared about those who worked under him. I would be lucky to call him father-in-law and I knew our son would be lucky to have him as a grandfather.
