Jack's POV
The morning sun spilled into our bedroom,
I watched Kai from our bed, already dressed for the day, trying to wrestle her hair into a professional-looking twist.
She was muttering under her breath, it was adorable like she was commanding the hair to obey her.
This was our normal. A happy normal. We'd built a life from the ruins of everything that had broken us. It was quiet, it was peaceful, and it was ours.
"You know," I said, propping my head up on my hand, "you could just hire a stylist. You are, technically, married to the boss."
She stuck her tongue out at me in the mirror. "And let some stranger yank on my hair at dawn? No, thank you. I'd rather do it myself." She finally secured the twist with a final, victorious jab of a hairpin and turned to me. "Besides, I like doing things myself."
I knew she did. It was one of the million things I loved about her. Her fierce independence.
