Eighty-One: Lana

Lana's P.O.V.

It was beautiful. Everything about the way the trees provided shade and protection, hanging high over us, and how open the space was had me daydreaming about the future that we could have. I wanted to have it with Oliver more than anything, and it was finally happening.

He was mine. We were going to build a home. Perhaps we could even expand our family when the time was right.

The need to ask him how it went with his father was on the tip of my tongue, but he seemed so happy compared to earlier. I didn't want to bring up those bad memories when we were having such a nice time.

But, no matter what, I was going to make sure to check on him. Before we went to bed, I would sit him down and make sure that he was okay.

He had experienced trauma that would stay deep in the core of who he was for the rest of his life. So far, he had fought it. He had come out the other side as a good and loving man. But that didn't mean the pain was not still there, that the wounds did not n