It wasn’t the life you had planned, but you couldn’t imagine it any other way now. You and Rafe had been through it all—arguments, late-night talks, heartbreak, and growth. Through all the ups and downs, the bond had only gotten stronger. When you found out you were pregnant, unplanned but still welcomed, you knew you were ready.

Now, you were living the life you hadn’t quite expected, but it felt right. Engaged, with a baby, and Rafe by your side every step of the way. It wasn’t perfect, but it was yours.

You watched from the other room, smiling as you heard Rafe’s voice, trying—and failing—to keep the frustration from creeping in. The baby was seated in the high chair, food smeared all over their little face, most of it having made its way onto their clothes rather than in their mouth.

Rafe, holding the spoon, sighed dramatically. “Come on, kid. Why are you always so good for mama but make me work for it?” He looked down at the baby with mock indignation, shaking his head. “What’s the deal, huh? You know, I swear you’re playing games with me.”

The baby giggled and batted at the spoon, making Rafe’s attempt at feeding them even harder.

“You’re making me look bad here,” Rafe continued, his voice softening. “You know, mama always makes this look easy. What’s the secret? How do I make you love me like you love her, huh?”

He made another attempt, and the baby, clearly having fun, turned their head and giggled louder. Rafe let out a frustrated but amused laugh, wiping his hand over his face. “You know what? Fine, keep me guessing. I’ll win you over eventually, you cheeky little thing.”

His eyes softened as he looked at the baby. Despite the frustration, the love in his expression was unmistakable.