Caleb rolls his eyes and heads into the ensuite when we get into the bedroom.
I walk to the wardrobe and pull out the dress Bailey was talking about. Chloe and I went clothes shopping a week ago, and she insisted that I needed a little black dress to round out my wardrobe.
I’m happy to put my trust in her.
The dress hugs my curves in a way I’ve never dressed before. When I bought it, the thought of Caleb seeing me in it made me smile. I didn’t think I’d get a chance so quickly.
After changing, I head to the main bathroom. I could disrupt Caleb, but Chloe’s also been giving me make up lessons, and if we’re going out, I want to try this for the first time.
It’s only a light application, but for some reason, it gives me confidence.
I’ve never had a real date.
Caleb and I were so young when we were together the first time. There was no going out on dates.
There was no romance with Malcolm.
I make my way downstairs to the living room where my children are watching TV.
“You look so pretty, Mum.” Bailey beams her gorgeous smile at me.
“Do you really think so?”
“I think Dad loves you no matter what, but you do look beautiful,” Noah says. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this.”
“I’ve never dressed up like this. Do you really think I look alright?”
The scent of my husband’s cologne tells me he’s behind me without him saying a word.
“Emma.” Caleb casts an appreciative gaze over me, and I feel like that sixteen-year-old girl I was all over again. He used to look at me like I hung the moon, and that look is in his eyes again.
“Caleb.”
“You look incredible.”
“Thank you.”
I’ll never get enough of him complimenting me.
“Let’s get going. I took the liberty of reserving a table somewhere I think you’ll like.”
I shrug. “Let’s face it. You could probably take me to McDonald’s and I’ll be happy.”
He laughs. “You deserve far more than that.”
Taking me by the hand, he leads me out the door, waving goodbye to the kids on the way before helping me into his truck.
“Where are we going?”
“The Thirsty Whale.”
I glance at him as he starts the truck. “That sounds … interesting.”
“They do amazing ribs, and the menu’s good. I was going to take you to one of the wineries around here, but this is more my scene.”
I smile. “I want to know your scene.”
Caleb takes my hand in his and raises it to his lips. “You’re my scene now.”
