Sera let out a surprised laugh as Finn twirled her under the streetlamp, her hair catching the sunlight as she spun. And then—before she could fully process it—he dipped her, one arm steady around her back, the other holding her hand like they were on a ballroom floor and not just the quiet sidewalk outside their home.

She blinked up at him, wide-eyed, lips parting in a soft gasp, and then she started laughing, breathless and gleaming with joy. “Okay, wow,” she said, heart thudding in her chest as she held onto him. “You’ve clearly done this before, Mr. Leading Man.”

Her free hand came up to rest gently against his cheek, thumb brushing over his skin. Her smile turned warm, tender, full of awe. “You really are everything I need.”

Still dipped, still laughing, she leaned up just enough to kiss him—quick, sweet, full of love—before whispering, “Guess I’ll have to keep you.”

Sera grinned, her cheeks flushed with laughter and affection as he pulled her up and spun her once more. Her arms instinctively wrapped around him as she landed back against his chest, slightly dizzy but completely enchanted.

“You really are trying to win an award for this, huh?” she teased softly, breath catching as she looked up at him. Her fingers played gently with the hem of his shirt, heart fluttering in that familiar, full way only he could cause. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you planned the whole streetlamp thing.”

She leaned in close, her voice a whisper just for him. “But whether it’s a cheesy movie scene or just making pancakes in our pajamas… I’d choose you. Every time.”

She bumped her forehead gently against his and smiled. “Now… lead the way, Prince Charming.”

Sera’s heart fluttered at his words, a quiet warmth blooming in her chest as their fingers laced together again. She looked down at their joined hands, then back up at him, eyes soft with love.

She walked in step with him, their arms swinging gently between them. “You know,” she said with a little smile, “I used to dream about moments like this. Just… something simple. Something real. And now I have it—with you.”

Her gaze flicked over to him, catching the sunlight in his hair, the way his expression softened when he looked at her. She squeezed his hand. “I don’t need anything more than this. Just you, walking beside me.”

After a beat, she nudged him lightly. “Though I might need ice cream if we pass a good place,” she added with a grin, trying not to let the love in her chest overwhelm her completely. “Just saying.”

Sera laughed, nudging him again with her shoulder as they walked. “Might being the key word,” she teased back, eyes glinting with amusement. “It’s a very serious craving, okay? These things sneak up on you.”

She leaned a little closer, tilting her head to look up at him with a playful grin. “But if my incredibly sweet and handsome fiancé just so happens to spoil me with a scoop or two, I wouldn’t complain.”

Her voice dipped a little softer as the words fiancé hung in the air. She liked the sound of that—loved the way it felt on her tongue, the way it tied them together even more.

She squeezed his hand again, this time gentler. “Besides,” she added with a warm smile, “sharing ice cream with you sounds like the perfect end to a cheesy romantic stroll, don’t you think?”

Sera grinned at his smirk, already hearing the playful surrender in his tone. She bumped his hip with hers again and laughed softly. “You say that like I don’t win every time,” she teased, swinging their hands lightly between them.

The breeze was soft and the sun warm, and everything about the moment felt wrapped in peace. No tension, no weight—just the two of them, walking side by side, love threading through every step.

She looked up at him, smile softening. “You spoil me, you know that?” she said gently, leaning her head against his shoulder for a moment as they walked. “And I don’t mean the ice cream. I mean… this. You. Us.”

There was no need to dress it up with fancy words. Just being here, just being loved, was more than enough.