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I went to the front door and stepped out onto the porch. I watched as my boy walked up the steps to the house that would be our home. When he was close enough to reach, I pulled him into a hug. “Are you ready to see where we’re gonna live?”
“I am. I can’t believe we’re doing this, Daddy. It’s everything I ever wanted and more.”
“Same here, cutie.”
I stepped back and motioned for him to go on inside. According to Don, the house had been trashed before Cruz had taken over the ranch. Like not habitable trashed. You would never believe that now, though. Everything in the house had been redone before Murphy and V moved in, and of course, they’d left it in pristine condition. Like the dinner I’d set up for us, the house wasn’t fancy, but it was really nice.
As soon as he rounded the corner, he saw the surprise I had set up for him. He gasped and froze in place in front of me. He didn’t say anything at first, and I couldn’t see his expression, so I worried maybe I’d messed up somehow, but then he turned to face me. His eyes glistened with tears, but his smile told me they were happy tears. Then, with no warning, he launched himself at me. I opened my arms and caught him, wrapping him up tight.
“Nash Brooks, this is flipping perfect.”
“Baby boy, you’re the only perfect thing in this room.”
He obviously liked my surprise, but the night was just getting started, and I hoped he liked what else I had planned even more.
“Before we eat, how about if we check out the house?”
“Let’s do that, but I can already tell you that I love it. Look at these built-in bookshelves.”
I’d had a feeling he was going to like those and that it would take him no time at all to fill the shelves with books.
I held out my hand. “Come on, I’ll show you the rest.”
Cruz and Nolan called this the little house because compared to that massive thing they lived in, it was small, but it wasn’t tiny. It had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a dining room, a nice-sized kitchen, and the living room where I’d set up the table for our dinner.
From what Cruz had told me this morning, it had been the original ranch house before the Warners, who’d been the previous owners, built the big house for themselves.
We started in the front and walked through, checking everything out. By the time we entered the third bedroom, Spencer was shaking his head. “We’re going to need a lot more furniture than I thought.”
“We don’t have to fill up every room right away, you know.”
“True. I have a bedroom set at our house in Austin that we could use to turn one of the bedrooms into a guest room so we don’t need anything for that room. I also don’t know if we’re really dining room people. If we put a table and stuff in there, it would just be for show.”
“So we’ll use it for something else.”
At that point, his head shaking had changed to nodding. “Right, like maybe an arts and crafts room. I’ve always wanted to try pottery.”
I chuckled. “Baby boy, if you want to turn the dining room into a pottery studio or a sewing room or a knitting room or any other such room, I’m totally on board. Now, do you want to see my favorite part?”
“I do, but if you tell me it’s the kitchen, I call bull crap.”
“It’s not the kitchen, although we have to go through the kitchen to get there.”
We walked down the short hallway into what really was a nice kitchen and out the back door onto the screened porch. It was as wide as the house and had two large fans installed on the roof. “Cruz said they had it rescreened right after they replaced the roof.”
“This is really nice. My dads have this swinging bed in their sunroom. Can we get one for out here?”
“I’ll get you whatever you want. Just find out where they got it.”
He walked over to the far side of the porch and looked out over the backyard. It was open to the front pasture, which was where we kept the horses that were almost ready to find new homes. “This is like a dream.”
I had a plan for how the night was going to go. I was going to show him the house, we would eat, and then it would be time for the big finale, but after hearing that, I knew now was the time.
I walked up beside him and took his hand, giving it a little tug, turning him to face me, and the second he looked into my eyes, I dropped to one knee and held out the ring box I’d been carrying around in my pocket all evening.
His hand flew up and covered his mouth, but he didn’t say anything at all, not with his voice anyway, but his eyes said it all.
“Spencer Reynolds, this isn’t a dream at all. This is real life, and I would love for you to spend the rest of yours with me. Will you marry me?”
