When the Script Changes

Special Chapter 1: Five Years Later

A House, Three Dogs, and Forever

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Freen had never been the type to picture her future in detail.

She used to think love was unpredictable—something you couldn't plan for.

But now?

Now, she could see it.

She could feel it in every moment of her life.

In the warm morning light filtering through the curtains.

In the sound of little paws scampering across the hardwood floor.

In the sight of Becky, standing barefoot in the kitchen, humming as she prepared their coffee.

And in the weight of the ring on Becky's finger—glinting under the soft light.

Love wasn't just something she had.

It was something she lived in.

Every single day.

And she wouldn't trade it for the world.

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When they first moved in, the house felt too quiet.

Too big.

Too empty.

But that didn't last long.

Because soon, the silence was replaced with the sound of paws against the floor, with laughter echoing through the rooms, with the warmth of a home they built together.

Now, Freen was standing in the middle of their sunlit living room, arms crossed, watching as Becky lay on the floor—completely surrounded by their dogs.

"Becky," Freen sighed, suppressing a smile. "How are you planning on getting up?"

Becky, currently being used as a pillow by three very spoiled dogs, grinned up at her.

"I'm not," she admitted, scratching Fluffy's belly as he wiggled happily against her side. "This is my life now."

Freen chuckled, walking over and crouching beside her. "You're ridiculous."

Becky gasped dramatically. "I am their mother, Freen. Show some respect."

BonBon, their French Bulldog, lifted his head just enough to lazily lick Becky's cheek before flopping back down.

Freen shook her head fondly. "I think I have been replaced."

Becky smirked, reaching for Freen's hand and tugging her down onto the floor beside her.

"Never," she whispered.

Freen barely had time to react before Becky kissed her—soft and slow, like they had all the time in the world.

And in that moment, surrounded by warmth, by love, by the tiny family they built—

Freen knew.

She didn't just have a future.

She had everything she ever wanted.

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Life had settled into something beautiful.

Mornings were slow and sweet—Becky waking up first, dragging Freen out of bed with sleepy kisses and the promise of fresh coffee.

Afternoons were spent playing with BonBon, Boba, and Fluffy in their backyard—laughing as they tumbled over each other in excitement.

Evenings were filled with home-cooked meals, stolen kisses in the kitchen, and the soft glow of their favorite movies playing in the background.

And at night?

At night, Freen held Becky close, feeling the gentle weight of the engagement ring against her skin—reminding her that this wasn't just love.

This was forever.

And she had never been so sure of anything in her life.

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One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, they sat on their porch, watching the sky turn soft shades of pink and orange.

Becky leaned into Freen's side, sighing happily.

"You know," Becky murmured, "this is exactly how I imagined it."

Freen tilted her head. "What is?"

Becky smiled. "Us. Here. Together. With them."

She gestured to the dogs curled up at their feet—Fluffy snuggled against BonBon, while Boba snored softly beside them.

Freen squeezed Becky's hand. "I always knew I'd end up with you."

Becky turned to her, eyes shining. "Yeah?"

Freen nodded, bringing Becky's hand to her lips. "Yeah."

Becky grinned. "Good. Because you're stuck with me now."

Freen laughed, wrapping an arm around Becky's waist and pulling her closer.

"Forever?" she teased.

Becky leaned in, brushing her lips against Freen's ear.

"Forever."

And as the stars began to appear above them, as the world quieted around them, as Becky rested her head against Freen's shoulder—

Freen smiled.

Because this?

This was the life she had dreamed of.

And it was hers.

Forever.

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Because love isn't just about falling—it's about staying. And Freen and Becky? They stayed. 💕