❄ Sebastian ❄
Camille saying yes didn’t feel real until the ring stayed on her finger. Even after she whispered it, even after I slid the ring into place, even after I held her so tightly my chest hurt, part of me kept waiting for the moment to snap back into a nightmare.
But she stayed.
And for the first time in months, I felt like I could breathe properly. We sat on the couch afterward, the gifts still spread across the coffee table like evidence. Camille picked up the baby blanket and ran her fingers over it slowly. Her expression softened in a way that made my throat tighten.
“You bought a rattle,” she murmured, her voice thick.
“I panicked in the baby aisle,” I admitted. Camille’s mouth twitched.
"Shocking," she teased, and I kissed her temple.
“I’m trying," Camille leaned in
