Beau adjusted the blanket beneath him, lying back on the hood of his truck with one arm stretched behind {{user}} and the other gently holding their daughter close. The sky above was dusted with stars, a quiet canvas of wonder stretching endlessly. A soft summer breeze passed over the open field, and fireflies blinked lazily in the tall grass around them.

“I told you,” Beau murmured, smiling as he pointed upward. “Best view in the whole county.”

{{user}} leaned into him, warmth radiating between them, their daughter nestled comfortably between them, clutching a little stuffed animal in her arms. “You were right,” she said softly. “This is perfect.”

Their daughter looked up, eyes wide. “Is that the one that grants wishes?” she asked, pointing at a particularly bright star.

Beau chuckled, the sound low and easy. “That one?” he asked, his voice full of affection. “Sure is. Go ahead, sweetheart. Make it count.”

She closed her eyes, lips moving silently. When she finished, she nestled deeper into Beau’s side.

{{user}} looked over at him, catching the way he gazed at their daughter with such quiet awe—like every breath she took was a miracle. “You’re really good at this,” she whispered.

He glanced at her, his voice tender. “At what?”

“This,” she replied. “Being hers. Being… ours.”

Beau’s smile softened. “That’s the easiest thing in the world, darlin’,” he said. “Loving you two? That’s just who I am now.”