Status Updates From Still Beating

“Happy anniversary, Corabelle.”
“Happy anniversary,” I whisper back, the tears already threatening to spill.
I reach for my locket with my free hand, fisting the heart pendant between my fingers as my other hand clings to my husband.
And on the count of three, we rush into the ocean, tears mixing with laughter, love swelling higher than the tide, and we jump into the water.
Together.

they got their hea ❤️‍🩹

«But we held tight, fighting each surge, standing strong like we always do.
Like we always will.»

🥹🥹🥹🥹

“Gotcha!” they shout, doubling over in a fit of giggles.
Dean and I share another glance. Our mouths tip up into a smile, growing bigger and brighter, as we absorb the fact that we have raised devious little pranksters, much like ourselves.

ended up w 2 children & 4 dogs 😭😭 my family

I catch her eyes, drunk with happiness, and I twirl a soft strand of her hair around my finger as she faces me on the bed. “Are you still mine?”
Cora doesn’t hesitate. She reaches for my hand, placing it above her heart. “It’s still beating,” she says. Her face lights up with a radiant smile that looks exactly like how her heartbeat feels. “As long as it’s beating, I’m yours.”

they're padlocked to me now 🔐

But the only thing I wanted more was to see her smile.
I wanted to see her glowing and thriving and truly living her life.
I wanted to see her just like this, just like she is right now, happy and healing and learning to love herself again.

🥹🥹

He resists, keeping our eyes locked and stroking his knuckles along my cheek. “Corabelle… that was me fighting for you. That was me fighting for your healing, your joy, your smile, your laughter… your beautiful, broken spirit. I never stopped fighting for you and I never will.”

i love him sm 😕

“I haven’t been with anyone else.”
Dean studies me, unblinking, and replies, “Neither have I.”
My eyebrows raise up, startled by the admission. I was certain he was out there enjoying the bachelor life. “Seriously?”
“Of course I’m serious,” he says, rolling onto his side to face me fully, propping his head up with his elbow. “I don’t give a shit about other women.”

#demisexualking 🤏🏻

Dean reaches over the console to my lap, clasping my hand inside his palm. He brushes his fingers over my knuckles and says, “We fuckin’ made it.”
A grin spreads across my face—a real, big, genuine grin. “Hell yeah, we did.”

FINALLY 🥹🥹🥹🥹