As soon as they reached the car, Lucas opened the door and let Haisley get in first. Before following her, he cast his gaze toward the night sky dark, yet sprinkled with stars. Today had been a little exhausting, but also calming. A quiet kind of joy crept in, watching Haisley laugh and enjoy her day.
"I have to be better," he told himself.
Tonight, under the tranquil sky, Lucas made a silent promise to himself, he would learn to be more patient. He would no longer let anger rule him. He would choose to speak gently, not with a raised voice or hurtful actions. Whatever misunderstandings might come, he wanted to be a husband who could be relied on, not one who was feared.
When they got home, they decided to bathe together. Warm water filled the bathtub, wrapping their bodies in steam and the calming scent of soap. Haisley leaned back against Lucas' chest, and both of them remained quiet, letting the warmth and closeness speak louder than any words.
