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But then again, she was in on the surprise.
“Is it okay?” she whispered, setting the plates in the sink and watching me creep in from the laundry room—where Theo’s Christmas surprise was stowed.
“Yes,” I whispered, even as nerves rippled through me. “Do you—do you think that this is a bad idea?”
She slipped an arm around my shoulders. “I think it’s thebestidea.”
I nibbled at my bottom lip. “But maybe I should have waited until—”
She squeezed. “His family is all here, and he’s going to love it all the more for exactly that reason.”
I know she’s right.
I was just…
Scared.
Because it meant a lot and I—
Loved him with everything I had in me. The thought of disappointing him…
He walked through the opening, arms full of plates, expression gentle, eyes full of love, and I know…
I couldn’t disappoint him—not when my present was created out of love.
“Ready for dessert?” he asked. “The masses are asking for cookies.”
I glanced at Emily then back at him, shoving down the nerves in my belly, the worry making my shoulders tight. Then I gave into what I wanted, what I needed.
To show my man how much I loved him.
I smoothed my hand along his chest, weaving my fingers into the silky strands of his hair. “I was thinking that we should let our food settle and do presents first.”
Warm gray eyes on mine.
Then his lips quirked up. “You want your presents?”
I brushed my mouth over his. “You know I love getting pressies.”
A chuckle. “IknowI will spend my life giving you anything you want, Eva baby.”
TEN
Theo
Her face wentsoft in that special Eva way, the one that made me feel a hundred feet tall, like I could score a thousand goals, heft dozens of Cups, love this woman exactly as she deserved for the rest of my life.
“I love you,” she whispered, reaching up, stroking her fingers over my jaw.
“I love you,” I whispered back, covering her hand with my own.
My mom sighed, and I remembered that we weren’t alone, that—I glance up, looking over Eva’s shoulder—see that my mom is shamelessly watching us.
And my family is in the next room.
“Pressies, Eva baby?” I asked softly.
She stroked her fingers over my jaw again, a blip of that worry I’d been seeing over the last few weeks reentering her eyes.
