A tiny smile tugged at the corners of Angeline's lips — proud, a little wistful. She felt her chest swell with quiet gratitude. How lucky I am, she thought. How lucky I am to have them.
She'd lost count of how many times her path had twisted, how many times she'd let her heart be tugged in the wrong direction — straying away, chasing people who only brought storms to her door. But sitting here now, watching Kenji's calm kindness, Hugo's gentle strength, and Finn's innocent warmth, she knew the truth as clear as a flame.
No one could ever be better for me than my husbands. They were caring. Mature when the world demanded it, but silly and sweet in the quiet corners of their life. They knew how to hold her when she cried, how to make her laugh when she thought she'd forgotten how. They weren't perfect gods, they were stubborn and childish sometimes but they were hers.