LOGINTen minutes later we’re out of the store and I’m angrier than when we walked in. I stop by the passenger door. “I can take a cab from here. You probably have meetings or calls or something more important to attend to.” “I’ll drive you.” He’s already opening the door. “Get in.” “I’m perfectly ca
Eloise I’m waiting for Weston to finish whatever conversation he’s having with Dahlia about table arrangements or some other detail I can’t bring myself to care about right now. I’m tired. Tired of this polite, distant dance where we never quite touch, never quite connect, never quite become anyt
Somehow we make it to early evening without any major disasters. The sun is starting to sink lower and the children are finally showing signs of actually being tired. “I’m hungry,” Maisie announces. A chorus of agreement follows. I mentally run through my fridge inventory and come up with approx
Dahlia My voice comes out higher than intended. “Weston, I’m not the best babysitter” “I know, I know it’s a huge imposition.” He looks genuinely apologetic. “But they’re well-behaved and they love the animals so they’ll be entertained. I’ll pay triple and I’ll be back first thing tomorrow morning
“She kicked me!” He sounds genuinely shocked. “Because you grabbed her wrong!” “How else was I supposed to—” “Not like that!” One of the other sheep—the smaller one I’ve mentally dubbed Minion Number One—decides this is the perfect moment to make a break for the kitchen garden. “Oh no you don’
I’m up at dawn scrubbing the barn floor like my life depends on it. Which is insane because the barn floor was clean yesterday. Still clean now. But Weston and Eloise are coming for the venue walkthrough and everything needs to be absolutely perfect. “You know the sheep don’t actually care if the







