“I love you,” he said. “So fucking much. You deserve the whole world, you hear? The whole fuckin’ world.” There was too much wine and exhaustion inside me to find the right words to explain to Liam that with him and Noël in my kitchen, and this year's grapes off the vine, and the ranch all dolled up in falling stars, and with everyone I knew joyful in my yard, my world was complete.
