DESTINY
"I have something for you," James smirked, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously as he held his hands behind his back. The scent of his cologne, a subtle blend of musk and sandalwood, filled the air around us.
"What is it?" I asked, my curiosity piqued as I leaned in closer, my heart fluttering in anticipation.
"The traditional gift for a one-year anniversary is paper, isn't it?" he replied, a playful glint in his eyes.
“I didn’t figure you for a traditional type of bloke, Mr. Barrington,” I teased affectionately.
Victor watched us from his cot, his bright blue eyes sparkling with interest. He chewed happily on his tiny fist and gurgled contentedly.
