“But what do you want?” she asks. “You,” I answer quickly. “I just want you.” “But you already have me.” “Then I’m happy.” “I’m happy too.” “Happy birthday, baby.” I sigh. “My favorite day of the year.” Chuckling, she leans her cheek back on my chest as we continue to lie together, listening to her playlist. “Tell me more about our dream house, Hallie.” And she does, while I lie there with a ridiculous smile on my face, listening as she goes into detail and paints a picture of the life we’re about to have.
