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I couldn’t find the words as I took in the interior of our new home.

Just like I wanted, it was simple. The stone fireplace sat majestically against the sitting room wall while my piano took the space by the window. I didn’t need to think twice to know he specifically chose that spot for me.

“You’ve not even seen the garden, yet. Come, “ Eduard prompted, leading me out into the back garden.

It was larger than I had in mind. There was more than enough space for me to grow all the herbs I’d been rambling to Eduard about.

I couldn’t resist.

Still barefoot, I ran through the grass, the wind carrying the sound of my laughter.

When Eduard eventually joined me on the grass, he had a serious expression on his face.

“Hey, husband,” I teased, rising on my toes to wrap my hands around his neck.

He held me close.

“Marielle, I never thought I’d find peace. Never thought I even deserved it. But one look at you is all it takes for your beautiful calm to soothe me. You mean the world to me, baby.”

Joyful tears welled in my eyes as I told him, “It goes both ways. I love you.”

Then he sealed our confessions with a kiss.

We had forever to explore each other—and music.

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