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He’s already there when the seating hostess takes us to our usual table. His face lights up when he sees me, and he stands, kissing me.
“I missed you,” he says.
I giggle. “You saw me this morning.”
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
“You tell me every day,” I say and blush.
“So, not nearly enough, then,” Blake says and takes my hand. He strokes his thumb over the back of my hand and stares at me, his eyes filled with adoration.
This mushy, in love,emotionalBlake isn’t anything like the man I met eight months ago. He’s unlocked a part of him he kept so far away from everyone, and he’s incredible now. I can’t believe how everything has changed for him. And for us.
A waiter brings us a bottle of wine.
“I’m so sorry,” I say to Blake. “But I have a terrible headache and the wine will only make it worse. I’d rather just drink water.”
“Are you okay?” Blake asks, concerned. “It’s it a migraine?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think it’s serious, but wine will aggravate it.”
Blake waves the wine away and orders the waiter to bring us still water instead. When the waiter returns, he pours us each a glass.
“You can still drink wine,” I say with a chuckle.
“This is perfectly fine.” He lifts his glass. “To us.”
I smile and we clink our glasses together.
“How’s your mom doing?” I ask, putting the glass down again.
“She’s settling in,” Blake says, nodding.
Blake moved his mother to New York shortly after they made up. It took her a while to adapt to the change—she lived in Texas her whole life. But she’s happier now, and we see her often.
I like her. She’s kind and gentle. Sometimes, she still cowers, as if something will get her. And with her horrific past, I can’t blame her, but she’s crawling out of her shell more and more, and Blake is there for her every step of the way. He’s so supportive and caring. It’s the mark of a good father, a man who will be there for his children, too.
I haven’t told him that I think so, though. We’re still taking things day by day.
“She joined a pottery class this month,” Blake says with a laugh. “She keeps bringing me these hideous cups she makes in class. I don’t have the heart to tell her it might not be her calling.”
I laugh, trying to imagine it.
“She’s wonderful,” I say.
Blake’s smile fades.
“I want to ask you something serious.”
My stomach twists. “What?”
“Do you want to move in with me?”
The past six months, we’ve been living apart, although we spent most of our time together at Blake’s apartment. But I wanted to make sure that this was what he wanted, that he’s okay with his whole life being transparent now.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “I do.”
He grins at me, looking relieved. “Okay. That’s great. We can change the gym into an office for you.”
