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The room still needed to be put together, but everything we wanted awaited us. Our theme was light rose gold with cowgirl touches. Not one thing was missing.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t move.
I could barely even stand.
My eyes pooled with tears, taking in the memories flooding my mind. Each one unfolded in front of me, playing out one by one as I made my way around the room. My fingers lightly skimmed everything, needing to make sure it was real and not a figment of my imagination.
My mind played tricks on me.
“Sugar, baby girl’s room cannot just be pink,” Ledger exclaimed, looking at my iPad screen of what I was thinking.
“Why? Pink is a solid color, and it’s not even the same pink. It’s a different shade.”
“I like this one.” He pointed at the cream rocker.
“We can add cream tones.”
“What about this one?”
“No, I don’t like that shade of pink.”
“It’s the same shade of the pink you want for the walls.”
“No, this has a yellow tone. I want more of a cool one. Oh!” I pointed at the rocking horse. “Let’s get that.”
“Isn’t she a little young for that?”
“Babies grow fast. She’ll eventually be able to play with it.”
“Well then, I guess you’re just going to have to give me another baby sooner rather than later.”
I shook off the way his words made me feel, then and now as my fingers gently glided on the swing. I smiled through the tears sliding down my cheeks.
This was so precious.
So beautiful.
So perfect.
My heart ached from how full of love it was that he did all this for our baby girl.
All of a sudden, the song “Tennessee Whiskey” started playing through the speakers of the house, catching me off guard. It was my favorite song.
“I wanted to surprise you,” Ledger announced, standing by the doorframe. “But you beat me to the chance.”
With every last emotion and sentiment pouring out of me, I looked him in the eyes. Our connection was alive and thriving like our past never existed. Right along with his love and all the years of turmoil and regret he caused himself.
“You’re just full of surprises today.”
In two strides, he closed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms. With one foot beside the other, he started to dance with me, and I couldn’t help but feel like this was one of the most romantic moments in all my life, and I was experiencing it with a man I’d loved since I was eight years old.
“How do you remember that this is my favorite song?” I asked, needing to know.
“Because the first time we danced to it was at my parents’ anniversary party.”
“That’s right.” I smiled. “I taught you how to dance when we were eleven. You know, you can be quite charming when you want to be.”
