The kitchen was warm, the soft glow of the oven light casting a cozy light over the countertops. Clark stood at the window, his gaze drifting over the fields that stretched out beyond the farm. The world felt calm, peaceful, nothing like the chaos that often came with the outside world. He felt like he could breathe again here, in this place, with you. You had been in and out of the kitchen all day, carefully putting everything together, making sure it was just right. He watched you for a moment, the way you worked so effortlessly, your focus on the little things, everything so perfect, and it made him smile. You caught him looking at you, and you smiled back. “What’s with that look?” Clark’s smile softened, his hand resting on the windowsill. “Just thinking about how lucky I am.” You raised an eyebrow, confused. “Lucky? You do know how to cook, right? Because I’m starting to wonder about this turkey…” He chuckled, walking over to where you were. “Yeah, well, that’s a work in progress” He winked. “But I meant lucky in the sense of… having all this. Having a family. There’s nothing else I really need. The farm, this dinner, just being here with you… that’s enough for me.”