“Aww, Liam. What?” Keela rolled over in bed to find herself looking at her son. Liam was bouncing on his chubby little legs, peeking up at his mother as he held onto the sheets of her bed with a frown on his face – His hair had become darker and he was looking so much like his father. The ten month old had learned how to climb out of his crib on his own, leading his parents to keeping their door open and putting up baby gates so he only had one place to go. 

She gave the baby a light smile and pulled him into bed, resting on her back as a warmth overcame her when he held onto her. Oliver had already gotten up and he was most likely outside working on his Harley; he was always tinkering with that thing. Nuzzling his soft skin gently, she inhaled deeply; God, she loved the smell of babies. But who didn't? He gave a soft gurgle afterward, grabbing at her hair. “Mummm.” Oh, she loved how he said that! But she loved everything he did. Except when he filled his diaper. 

With him in her arms, she rolled out of bed and proceeded with her usual morning routine, starting with a diaper change and breakfast. She sang as she cooked, Liam banging together his bowl and sippy cup from his highchair. “Oliver! Come inside!”, she called out for her fiance, beginning to set the plates, letting Liam's food cool down. He was just like his father – He ate his pancakes with syrup, strawberries, and Lucky Charms. Keela thought it was peculiar, but she was the one who put chocolate syrup, chicken, and sugar on her toast with mayo. 

Oliver came indoors from the garage, having already been on his way inside when Keela called for him. He was almost knocked back by the scent of ham, pancakes, and eggs when he entered the kitchen, smiling as he kissed Keela's cheek. “You're up early. Liam woke you?” He released her to place a kiss on top of his son's head. This was how their life had been for the past six months. They got jobs, a house, and lived a domestic life. They weren't worried about people trying to kill them or pondering over whether or not a deal would end well. There were no deals. It was just them. They were able to spend even more time together now that she was on break until her second semester. 

They didn't mind that their talks at the table were about trivial matters, speaking a lot about work and celebrities. She had a dance competition coming up in Anaheim and they were making their travel plans, deciding to take a week off work to get there early so they could go to Disneyland. She had actually been really excited about it and they'd been talking about going, but they never did. Next week was their chance. 

“So – Have you sent out the wedding invitations yet?” Oliver looked up from his plate, gauging her expression as she replied. He was surprised when she gave a light grin. “I have – Mum thinks that Spring weddings are the best. I think she's really excited for the chance to go to the Bahamas.” The two exchanged smiles as she examined the ring on her finger, the light fading from her eyes for a moment. “Haven't heard from the boys yet...I think Em's coming. Mat's coming. Haven't heard from Lib, but I don't think I want her coming.”

Oliver could tell that she was upset that she hadn't received a reply from her brothers yet, knowing that their opinion meant a lot to her. He reached over and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Don't worry, love. Everything's going to be fine.” It wasn't very reassuring, but she gave him her best smile anyways. “I know, darling. Eat up – Liam's got an appointment this afternoon.”