Page 87 of His Little Winter Wonderland

Tanner had found his healing here. Had found me, found himself, found a home.

And now maybe we could help someone else do the same.

I set my phone aside and settled deeper into the bed, pulling Tanner closer. He mumbled something in his sleep and burrowed against me, completely trusting even unconsciously.

"Sweet dreams, bud," I whispered. "I'll be right here when you wake up. Always."

And I would be. For all the days and nights to come, through the easy times and the hard ones, through little space and big responsibilities and everything in between.

This was my promise. My commitment. My forever.

Tanner was mine, and I was his.

And nothing—nothing—would ever change that.