The moonlight danced across the manicured boxwood hedges, and the scent of blooming roses filled the cool night breeze.

Daniel pulled me gently onto the wooden bench inside the gazebo, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into his lap. I rested my head against his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh of contentment.

"Tired?" he asked, his voice a low, comforting rumble against my ear.

"Happy," I corrected, closing my eyes and breathing in the familiar scent of cedar and clean linen. "It feels like we finally reached the top of the mountain."

"We did," Daniel whispered, pressing his lips softly to my crown. "And the view from up here is incredible."