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“Vaughn, grab your phone and I’ll give you my details,” I tell him.
He places his now empty wine glass on the table as Curtis and Sophia talk. He pulls out his phone and I reach forward and touch his elbow to lead him further away so they can’t hear us.
“Do you print out photos as well or do you give us the collection?” I ask him.
“I can print too if you like. What are you thinking?” he whispers back.
“Could you pick the best few and have them blown up so they’re a bit bigger and frame them or something?” I ask. His eyes light up.
“Yes,” he squeals, and he must see my wide eyes as he tones it down before Curtis and Sophia catch on to the fact I’m up to something.
“Thanks man. Here open your phone, I’ll give you my number and email,” I tell him, and prattle it off for him. “Send me the invoice. Whatever the cost man and add extra for it being last minute. We appreciate it,” I tell him, and he pulls me in for a hug. Guess he’s a hugger too.
“Are you ready to go?” Sophia asks, as she walks over to us.
“Sure am. Send me that invoice,” I tell Vaughn, and we say goodbye to Curtis and Vaughn as we head to the car.
“I’m starving,” Sophia says, as I open the passenger door for her which makes me throw my head back and laugh.
“Well, there we go. My first job as your husband is to feed you. How about we grab some takeout on our way home. Do you like burgers?” I ask.
“Yeah, I could go for a burger,” she says, as she sits in the car, pulling her dress in before I shut the door.
Chapter Twenty Two
Sophia
We head through a drive thru and I ask Lorenzo to order me whatever he is having as I haven’t been to this takeout place before. With our delicious cargo on board, he heads back to his house, and we change into comfier clothes before meeting in the kitchen. I take a seat at the table while he dishes up the food. He places a plate with a burger and fries in front of me before putting his own food on his plate. We eat in silence. I finish all my fries first before unwrapping my burger. A moan slips out after my first mouthwatering bite.
“Oh my gosh, that is so good,” I mumble, while chewing which has his smile shining at me.
“Glad you like it. It’s my favourite,” he admits, before he takes another bite of his own burger.
“Well, I can see why. It’s delicious,” I say, before taking another bite. We finish off our food and Lorenzo clears the dishes.
“Can I ask you something I’m curious about?”
“Sure,” I reply with raised brows, as I wait for him to speak.
“What is it about Sundays that make them so important to you?” he asks, as he pulls his chair back out and sits down again.
My fingers wrap around my drink while I gaze into his eyes. He stares at me and patiently waits while I gather my thoughts.
“Growing up my parents were never around. I spent my weeks at school and then my weekends were mostly spent alone while my father was away on business. My mother would sometimes go with him or else she’d be at the house working so I wouldn’t see her. Growing up I promised myself if I ever had a family of my own, I would prioritise a day. One day a week where we spent the whole day together. What is the point in having a family if you don’t spend any time together?” I explain to him. Nerves begin to get the better of me as he sits and stares for the longest time before he stands. He steps in front of me before he crouches.
“I’m sorry you had to endure so much loneliness growing up. I meant it when I said I’d give you all of my Sundays. But I want to make you another promise. If you ever need me, tell me. If you want to spend time with me, say the word and we will. I may get carried away with work from time to time and I’m human so I may make mistakes. But if you need me, I’ll be there. I don’t want you to ever feel that lonely again,” he says, before he takes my hand in his and delivers a kiss to the back of it.
“Thanks Lorenzo,” I whisper, as the words choke in my throat from his sweet admission. How can this perfect guy exist I wonder as my vision becomes blurry with unshed tears.
“Now enough with the serious stuff, do you want to relax and watch a movie?” he asks, as he stands, grabs his own drink and takes a noisy sip through his straw.
“Sure,” I tell him, picking up my own drink. He gestures with his head to follow him while he continues sipping so I do, carrying my own drink with me. I sit myself down on the couch while he grabs his remotes from the top of the entertainment unit. He sits right next to me, stretching his legs out on the matching ottoman. He moves his feet to the side, leaving space for me to place my feet next to him so that’s what I do.
“How do you have such pretty feet?” I ask, making his laughter surround me.
“What?” he asks, wiggling his toes at me.
“They are quite good-looking feet for a man,” I tell him.
