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𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍

Karolina had imagined her anniversary a thousand different ways. When she married Race, her belly already round with Kai, she thought there would have to be another wedding later, something larger, filled with light and music, the kind of celebration that told the world what they meant. She had wanted flowers in armfuls, a dress stitched in detail, a room full of faces watching them. One year later, sitting across from him in a restaurant that was theirs alone for the night, she realized none of that mattered.

The restaurant had been cleared just for them, a gift to mark the year. No other voices, no interruptions, just food brought in careful courses and the kind of quiet that let her hear his laugh without competition. She leaned into it like she always did, teasing him between bites, knowing that even if the city outside never stopped moving, here they had something untouchable.

She looked across the table at him, the man who had given her a home in his arms and realized there was nothing left to prove to anyone else. Her love for Race did not require witnesses. It did not require grandeur. It only required honesty and the fierce devotion that had carried them through a year that had remade her life. The family they had made, the love that only grew sharper with every fight and every kiss, that was the real celebration. And it would carry them through not just this year, but every decade to come.