Liam POV
I couldn't help but glance down at our hands, resting together. The matching bracelets on our wrists looked so simple yet perfect, like they were meant to symbolize how flawlessly we fit together.
My hand was warm beneath hers, her delicate fingers curled loosely against mine.
Haylie was fast asleep, her head nestled against my shoulder, her soft breathing steady and soothing. The gentle rise and fall of her chest brought a sense of calm that I never knew I needed.
"She's a keeper," Ace murmured, his voice echoing in my mind, laced with a contented yawn.
I leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to Haylie's temple. The scent of her hair was faint but comforting, like daisies and sunlight. "I love her," I admitted quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. Saying it out loud, even just to Ace, felt like the most natural thing in the world.
