The soft morning sun peeked into the bedroom, filling it with gentle colors like pink, gold, and a little orange. It wasn’t loud or bright. It was calm, like a whisper.

Jason opened his eyes slowly. Leah was still asleep, curled into his chest. Her breathing was soft. Her hand, the one with the new ring he gave her, was wrapped around his. Their fingers fit perfectly. Like they always had.

He smiled. He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to break the stillness of this perfect moment.

Then she shifted a little, letting out a tiny sigh.

“Mm,” she mumbled, eyes still closed. “Is it morning already?”

“Barely,”...