After so many years of muddling through life; of being with the wrong people, they had found their way back to each other.
She sighed happily, nestling deeper into his embrace. For the first time in longer than she could remember, she felt content and at peace.
“Desirée…” Fredrik murmured, rubbing his cheek against the top of her head, as his arms tightened around her.
They’d been fools for so long, but not any longer.
They were together.
She now had what she’d always longed for most.
They were together. Her, Fredrik, their daughter.
Desirée had her family.