“For real, we’ll be back as often as possible. Especially with this little man there. So, don’t touch my swing.” She playfully narrows her eyes, and I smile softly at her. “This place is still our home, yours and mine; we just have our own front doors now.” “It’s okay,” I assure her. “I see you feeling guilty, and you don’t need to. This feels right.” She exhales with a smile. “It does.” Her blue eyes bounce between mine. “I love you, Hero.” “I love you, too, Lolli Bear.”
