11. Cassidy

11

Cassidy

Three Years Later

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I can not believe him. Starting without me? The audacity.

Running through the cabin, my socks glide as soon as I reach the tile of the kitchen. Almost slipping and falling, I all but crash into the coat rack. With more to pick from, I grab one of Mylo’s heavier ones and throw it over my shoulders. Even though the sleeves hang past my fingers, I don’t think twice as I shove my feet into boots.

By the time I’m yanking open the front door, I’m all but ready to scold my husband. With a hundred words weighing on my tongue, they dry up with another thump .

Noticing my arrival, his biceps flex with another swing of the ax in his hands. As the log splits in two, he pulls back and wipes the sweat glistening on his forehead.

“What took you so long?” As a grin appears behind his beard, he grabs the ax handle and yanks it free.

Blinking through my stare, I shake my head. “You promised to wait.” My legs feel a little weak as I take each step toward the grass.

“I like it when you run after me.” Not bothering to hide the truth, he laughs when I make it to him with a huff,

He’s already cut through a handful of the logs. With a good amount left, I can’t be too upset.

If there’s one thing I love about autumn up here on the mountain, it’s the need to stock up with plenty of firewood to get through the winter. The season isn’t very kind, trapping its occupants during the cold weather.

Watching Mylo cut wood is my favorite pastime. Because he won’t let me help him, I always sit on the sidelines to keep him company. He likes to show off and I love to enjoy how sexy he looks while doing it.

“May I continue?” he asks with a grin once I pop a squat on one of the logs.

Biting back a laugh, I nod. Leaning forward, I stare at him more than one probably should. Nearing our three-year anniversary, there’s something about this guy that makes every day feel like the first.

He makes every day feel exciting. From little moments like this with simple teases, to what happens around the cabin, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of him.

Mylo mentioned once before about his worries about our honeymoon phase ending, but I think I squashed those down months after we spoke our vows.

“Are you still watching?”

Realizing that I’m distracting myself, I shake out of my thoughts and grin. “Every second, Mylo. Think you can break the next one in one swing?”

It’s a large piece with a knot in the middle. We both know the answer to my question but he nods with confidence. Knowing it’ll make me laugh when he fails, he tries anyway.

This really is my favorite pastime.

Once he’s tired and ready to call it quits, we’ll warm up some apple cider and cuddle up on the couch with a movie playing in the background. Whatever happens after that, well, it’s just going to make today even better.