She nods, shortbread sweetness brightening with excitement that has me hiding a grin against her crown. I press a button on the small remote, illuminating the constellations I installed above us. It took hours to get that shit right. I spent two afternoons sitting up here with a map of the stars laid out in front of me, carefully adhering pinprick LEDs in the correct patterns. Now, our girl has an exact replica of the night sky in her nest. Ivy gazes up at the lights in awe. A choked cry catches in her throat. “Dair! It’s beautiful! How—why did you—”
