“I told you, when it was time to start school we should move back to Winter Falls.”
“I thought you meant the cabin. You’ve done all that construction.” He’d recently did a bunch of updates.
“I love our cabin but that’s not practical for every day. We need more room. We’ll still go there for Christmas but this will be our family home.” He’s right. It’s a bit off the beaten path out in the mountains. As much as I love it I’m not sure I could live there year round. “This is your dream home.”
I told Rowan about this place. Even had him drive by it a few times. As a little girl I dreamed it would one day be mine. That I’d find my king and we’d live out our fairy tale happy ever after there.
“Rowan.” Tears start to spill down my cheeks.
“But your work and-”
“Trust me. It’s all handled.” He wipes the tears from my cheeks. “Work isn’t my life. My family is. We’ll keep the penthouse in the city but your heart is here.”
“I’ll leave you guys to it.” Ben hands me over the keys. “Welcome back, Charlee.”
I hand the keys over to my husband. “Show me.” He tangles his fingers with mine, leading me towards the front doors.
“This place is incredible.”
“I have good taste as you can see.”
“I was the lucky one, Charlee.” He opens the door for me.
When I’d left Winter Falls all those years ago I knew I was searching for something out in the world. I’d started to doubt that after I’d graduated college having felt more lost than ever. That was until Rowan found me.
“No, it was you that gave me everything I ever dreamed of, Rowan.”
“And you made me dream.” My heart melts. Even after all these years he can still leave me speechless. I yank him down for a kiss.
“Why don’t we act out some of those dirty dreams I know you always come up with in our new home?”
“Careful what you ask for wife.” He warns.
I don’t need a warning. Not from my husband. I know every second of whatever he plans to do to me will be pure heaven.
epilogue
ROMAN
MANY YEARS LATER
“The snow is coming down fast.”Liam, my oldest, presses his 10 year old nose to the glass.
“Is Santa going to see our cabin?” asks Olivia, our littlest one.
“He sees better in the snow,” says Ava. The eight year old always has the right answers.
“Come over here and put your coats and boots on,” calls my wife. She shakes Olivia’s purple puffer coat to get the kids’ attentions.
The little girl toddles over and shoves her arms into the coat. “Can I make angels.”
“Yes.”
“Can I throw a snowball in Liam’s face?” Asks Ava.
“No.”
“Can I?” Olivia says.