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quivering. With no energy remaining to stay upright, I collapse on his chest into his waiting arms. He rolls me to his side, tucking me in for the night. Listening to him breathe lulls me to sleep.

T here’s something magical about waking up with her pressed to my side, nestled into my body. I’m sure most couples feel this when they first marry, but as far as I know, I’m the luckiest man to walk the face of the earth.
    Never in my wildest dreams did I think a girl like Piper would love a man like me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a bad guy. We’re just really different. Maybe that’s what makes it work so well. Piper’s beautiful but not in a model way. She’s not tall, she’s not overly thin, she doesn’t dress like she stepped off the catwalk—nothing like the women I dated before her. Her thick hair is the color of burnt toast. It drops a little beyond her shoulders with hints of cherry red that catch my eye whenever the sunlight hits it. Her eyes are a beautiful deep brown, almost like chocolate. They’re so dark and rich. The color sets off her flawless, creamy complexion. The poor girl doesn’t tan no matter how much time she spends in the sun, and she dresses for comfort, in a cute way, fitted little T-shirts and low slung jeans, which I’d like her to wear a little tighter, but they suit her personality.
    Including our wedding day, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen her in anything other than tennis shoes. She’s well-educated, always uses proper English, and is the obvious caretaker of her little clan. Her watchful tendencies are endearing, not overbearing. Piper has never made a move she didn’t spend time contemplating and planning. She’s the definition of type-A but not in the way Cam was before her attack.
    She’s a listener and an observer, but when she does have something to say, stop and take note, because it’s important. Other than Charlie, she’s the quietest of the group, at least when a large number of people are around. Just the two of us, and she could talk the horns off a billy goat, but I never tire of her voice. Hearing her laugh melts me into a puddle. I’m sure my brothers—and my parents for that matter—all assumed I’d marry someone like the girls I’ve always dated, but once you’ve spent time with a woman like Piper, there’s no comparison. She has a heart of gold, and would do anything for anyone she’s close to, but she keeps her inner circle small: her Fish, her parents, and now my brothers and the Wrights.
    I don’t think she ever thought her circle would expand to include anyone other than Cam, Sutton, Charlie, and Rachel. She mentioned more times than I like to think about she never thought she would marry, not because she didn’t want to but because she refused to settle for someone she wasn’t one hundred percent sure of in order to get what she wanted—a family.
    It blows my mind that Piper Pritchard, now Piper Cooper, didn’t marry any of the highbrow men she dated in the past. Instead, I’m the guy who won the ultimate prize. I got her heart, and I know I don’t deserve it. I promised her to cherish that gift until I take my last breath. No matter what bumpy road we travel, I’ll always find my way back to her, to keep her close, never let her stray, or believe I’ve forgotten the treasure she gave me.
    Softly brushing my fingers through her hair, I watch as she begins to wake, excited to see what the day brings us. Her body begins an involuntary stretch from shoulders to her toes, straightening out beside me. At the first site of the coffee-colored eyes I love so dearly, she smiles lazily, extending her neck to kiss my cheek. She refuses morning kisses until after she brushes her teeth, not just the deep passionate ones, but all involving our lips touching.
    It’s one of her many quirks endearing her to me. I’ve learned to keep Tic-Tacs by the bed. I was never a fan before I met her, but they’re everywhere now—in