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He opens the door, flips on the light and steps aside. “What do you think? Do you think she’ll like it?”
If I thought the office was amazing, then I was mistaken because this room . . . this room is fit for a princess.
“Oh my God! Jonathan! What have you done? Did you do all this yourself?” I practically screech as I turn and take in the dreamiest room that any little girl could ever hope for.
“I did, but I got some advice from your mom, Cami, Alex and Gabby when it came to some of the decorations. But I did do it all myself.”
I am so gobsmacked that I let the fact that all the girls knew about this go by. I can’t take my eyes off every little detail of this room. The walls are painted a light pale green and there are light pink accents everywhere. The bed in the center of the room is what little girl’s dreams are made of. It’s white and covered in pink, fluffy bedding with throw pillows galore. To top it all off it has sheer white netting that hangs down on the sides of the headboard and looks like it can be pulled around the bed. There are adorable white curtains and a little white sofa with a fluffy pink rug in front of it. He also remembered to include a bean bag chair similar to the one at Mick’s. There are so many other decorations and little details that I know I’m not taking it all in right now. There is just too much to look at.
My vision starts to blur from the tears pooling in my eyes. He is asking me what I thought he was. I turn to him to answer him, but I am shushed by the shake of his head and the kiss he places on my lips.
“One more room,” he says taking my hand yet again and opening the French doors to his bedroom.
The changes to this room, are a bit more subtle, but still they make such a difference. The room is still masculine yet soft at the same time. He’s added throw pillows and blankets to the bed in feminine colors that blend perfectly with his beige bedding. On the wall above the fireplace is a large, framed, black and white picture of me and Ireland from our day at the zoo back in October. We aren’t looking at the camera, but at each other, and we both have the biggest smiles on our faces. At first glance I already know it’s my new favorite picture. On the dresser there is a framed picture of just me and one of Jonathan and I together in Savannah. To say I am overwhelmed with love would be an understatement.
Still holding my hand, he guides me into the master bathroom where I see my favorite lotion on the counter.
“Open the first drawer on your right.”
I follow his instructions and inside are several of my favorite products, as well as hair ties like I use at home. For kicks, I open the next drawer down and find an assortment of sticky notes along with a blue and a black pen. I look at him like he is a crazy person and he just chuckles. “There’s more.”
“How can there be more Jonathan? You’ve done so much.”
“Almost done, baby,” he says with a subtle smile.
I walk around the huge bathroom and notice that next to the shower there is a new, big, white, fuzzy robe hanging off of a brushed pewter dragonfly hook. Below the robe are matching slippers. The robe is hanging next to the shower. A shower that is already supplied with my shampoo, conditioner and body wash as well as a new pink loofa.
I remember in this moment that I still have my key and my leash in my hand. “Is this my key? Are you asking me what I think you are?”
“Well, if you think that I am asking you to make my house a home then yes, you would be right. That’s not just a key, Emily, I want this to be your home and Ireland’s too. I want this to be our home.”
“And the leash?” I ask as I dangle it from my fingers. For some reason all of this has me feeling confident and loved. Surprisingly I’m calm and a bit horny. It doesn’t feel rushed, it just feels right.
“Well, Frances just wanted you to know that she was on board, and that she wants you two to move in as well. She wanted both of us to have a leash, just in case,” he shrugs.
“That was awfully sweet of Frances. Tell her thank you for her thoughtfulness,” I say with a bit of a Southern drawl. I’m feeling playful and confident after receiving my gifts.
I can tell he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop; for me to protest and say it’s too soon.
Just as I’m about to accept his proposal—that’s not a proposal—he rushes to speak before I get a chance.
With his arms wrapped around my waist and my hands around his neck he says, “Gracie, I want all of you and I want it for a lifetime. I know you may not be ready for the that big final step, but I do want you . . . all of you. I want to wake up to your big messed up hair and that dreamy, sleepy smile you get when you say good morning to me. As far as your smiles go, baby, I want them all. I want your giggles and your snores,” I start to protest but he covers my mouth with his hand and continues. “because you do snore. Your high fives and your freckles. I want your past and your future, your fears and your dreams. I want to make you laugh until you cry, and I want to call you mine. Forever and always, baby. I will want all of you forever and always, and I would love it if you and Ireland would make my house a home. What do you say?”
“Of course,” is all I say as I take his hand and lead him out of the room. “We’ll have to talk to Ireland first, but it’s a yes from me, Georgia.”
“Do you think she’ll like her room?” he says sounding worried.
“I’m sure she will, but we’ll worry about her room another time.”
I step into the office and pull my dress over my head. Revealing his early Christmas gift, I stand in front of him in my red and white lingerie that leaves little to the imagination. “We’ll save the bed for later when we have more time. Right now I want to christen my new desk.”
I barely get my last word out when his lips crash into mine, and he kisses me harder than he ever has before. While his lips bruise mine, and his tongue invades my mouth, his hands roam all over my body. When he reaches my ass, he finally pulls away, and turns me around to find the big red bow that is tied on the back to make me look like a present. A present that is all for him.
“Good God, woman, you are perfect! I love you so much, and I can’t wait to make you happy every day for the rest of your life.”
He stops talking and brings his lips to my ear. He takes a little nibble before he whispers, “You look so fucking hot, baby. I can’t wait to get you on top of this desk and inside of you. I am so fucking hard.”
His words trigger a reaction in me that I can’t control as I turn around and practically rip his shirt off of him when I pull it over his head. The moment his shirt is gone, his lips are leaving a hot trail down my neck and to my chest. I’m tearing open his pants in an almost panic to get him naked. He suddenly lifts me by the hips and places me on top of the beautiful white desk. He leaves me on display and he takes a step back to take off the rest of his clothes when I hear him moan. It’s a moan that almost sounds like a growl, and I see why when I notice where his eyes are. I don’t have any panties on, and he is going to have easy access. I think he approves.
