Chapter 79. Distant Memory

Fenella’s POV

Without realizing it, time passed quickly as we stood in line to buy pizza and placed an order for delivery to Dave and Rowan's home—a small surprise gift for them. The sky stretched clear without a cloud in sight, with the midday sun shining brightly in early November.

Lunchtime had begun, and most people were enjoying their packed lunches at the wooden tables. Laird and I chose to sit under a shady tree without a mat, letting the grassy ground serve as a comfortable cushion.

I was nestled in Laird's embrace while we playfully fed each other pizza with affectionate giggles. From a distance, I noticed several young children starting to arrive at the small baseball field in front of us, filled with enthusiasm in their baseball uniforms.

"Hey, look. They're the Little League team." I looped my arm around Laird's.

"Yup. Brings back memories," he said, his gaze drifting over the scene in front of us.

"Yeah, Laird. You used to be so d