LILY

We spent the whole morning in each other's arms, either lying on the couch while he held me so close our bodies fused together—deep down, I wanted it to last forever.

To hold him.

He felt warm, safe. He felt like home.

“There is no way I'm agreeing to that,” I said, throwing him a sharp glare before I shifted my gaze to the view outside the window. We had decided to pick up the kids together, and here he was demanding we spend the weekend somewhere fun.

“The kids will love it.”

“That's blackmail.”

“They do have a right to choose,” he argued, and I glared at him....