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I scoot over to the edge of the roof and hop down. The hard ground breaks my fall, knocking the wind out of me. I roll onto my back for a minute to catch my breath. Moments later there is a hand in front of my face, so I reach for it.
Rough and calloused, there’s only one person it could be helping me up.
Once I’m standing, he doesn’t let go. Instead, he starts walking with purpose, pulling me along.
“Did you jump?” I ask as we’re about to slide into the back seat of Jones’s car.
“I haven’t been afraid of heights for a long time, Chloe.”
With that, I get in and Wyatt shuts my door. Lola is fast asleep in her car seat next to me, the commotion more than her little body can handle. Wyatt gets in on the other side of her and his eyes meet mine as Jones takes off.
“Where are we going?” I ask as he turns away from town.
There’s only one place out here that we could go, and as much as that place means to me, there’s not much we can do there.
“My house,” Wyatt finally says. When I turn to look at him, he’s holding Lola’s tiny hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb.
“You live out here?” I finally ask when Jones takes a familiar turn.
Wyatt nods but says nothing. His focus is on Lola at the moment. She’s fast asleep, and he’s admiring her while he can.
When Jones pulls up to a beautiful house in a familiar location, words escape me. As I get out of the car, the first thing I see is the bench. It’s in the same spot down by the lake as it was the night he gave it to me.
My eyes scan the surrounding area, and I pick up on little differences. For starters, we didn’t have to walk through the woods to get here. There is a long, concrete driveway that leads from the road. Oh, and there’s a large house sitting in the middle of what use to the clearing.
The house itself is a masterpiece.
Two stories, a wraparound porch and tons of windows. Just like I envisioned we would have one day.
That’s when it hits me.
“You live here?” I ask Wyatt, turning to find him observing me, Lola wrapped in his arms.
“Yeah. Let’s go inside.”
As he walks past me, Lola begins to stir, nuzzling her head into his neck. She won’t sleep much longer.
The inside is just as gorgeous as the exterior. It’s the small details. The location of the kitchen. The fact that there’s a fireplace on the wall that faces the pond.
All things I said I wanted.
It’s as if he took my vision and brought it to life. This house is everything I dreamed we would have together. It was our forever home. We were going to raise our four kids here and grow old together watching the sunset over the pond on the wrap around porch.
He did this.
In a way, for me.
Wyatt disappears for a few minutes and when he reappears, Lola is no longer attached to him.
“I put her in my room to sleep. She doesn’t roll does she?”
“Not normally, why?”
“Hardwood floors hurt when you land on them.”
“Oh, she’ll be fine.”
“Not to break up your intriguing conversation,” Addy begins, “but you have bigger problems in your future.”
