The soft pink glow of the golden hour filled the room as you and Drew lay in bed, Cassie nestled between you. The world outside felt distant, the only sound the gentle rise and fall of your baby’s breath.

Drew’s hand rested on your side, tracing lazy circles on your skin. The room was peaceful, the sunlight casting a warm, dreamlike haze over everything.

“I don’t want to move,” Drew murmured, his voice soft, eyes locked on you. “I want to stay here, just like this.”

You closed your eyes, leaning into him. “Me too,” you whispered, feeling the weight of his love surround you.

His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. “Close my eyes and fall into you,” you murmured, the lyrics from the song echoing in your mind. It felt like everything was perfectly aligned, the moment suspended in time.

With Cassie’s tiny hand resting in yours, Drew whispered, “You, me, always.”

And in that pink-hued moment, you closed your eyes, falling deeper into him. Everything felt right.