His fingers comb through my hair as he sighs, barely giving those words a second to ruminate. “My beautiful, incredible girl. I’m so dang happy for you, sweetheart.” I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my entire life. I want to be an author. I want to be a part of the actual creation of the stories I love so much. That’s what I want. And I know I want it. Because I feel it in every chill that runs through my body now as I’m curled in Levi’s arms, listening to him murmur his congratulations. For an instant, everything in the world is correct.
