Elijah watched you, his left hand on the wheel and his right on your thigh, you had decided to go to your family's country house, despite the day there and your son Henrik seeing his grandparents, since it had been quite a while since you had seen your parents.

Henrik, who was getting closer to being a toddler, was sitting on your lap, looking out the window, your iced coffee was in the cup holder of the car and you looked extremely beautiful, with your makeup perfect but natural, your hair done well and your new summer dress that Elijah had given you earlier that week. Elijah couldn't love his life more.