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For the first few months it worked, until one day it no longer had the same appeal and she’d asked me if she could stay permanently.
Best motherfucking night of my life.
She was my rock. Best friend. Everything.
And I wanted it all with her.
“Baby? Are you home?” The sound of our fridge opening followed a few low mutters that I couldn’t make out. Those grumbles didn’t last long once she noticed her flowers sitting on the countertop. “Aww, baby. I love you too.”
Still I stayed waiting for her to find me.
The sound of her feet padding through the apartment caused my anxiety to spike and not for a negative reason. No. Not at all.
This moment right here was everything.
Worth it all.
“Come on, sweetheart. Find me,” I muttered low, a few beads of sweat forming at my brow.
I’d worked hard all day to set this moment up just right.
Moved furniture and bought everything directly from the source to mimic that day.
“Where the heck…oh shit!” At that point I didn’t even say anything about the slip; the look on her face was priceless. Tears brimmed, and her bottom lip quivered. “How did you? Jesus, Miles.”
Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the mini replica I’d created of our stay at the Waldorf in Orlando. From the bedding to the dinette set—the serving dishes for our meal, I’d paid a pretty penny to the hotel to buy these items.
It took some negotiating on my behalf. That, plus a discount on a small advertising campaign I’d be submitting to them within the next two months.
“Surprise.” I walked up behind her, arm winding around her waist. My lips skimmed the shell of her ear and down to her cheek. I turned her around to face me and wound my hand in her hair, releasing it from the clip she held it in. My hold tightened as a whimper met my ear. “Welcome home.”
“I’ve only been gone a day, but—”
“Next time I’ll go with you. Share the good news together.”
She raised a brow. “Good news?”
“The best.” I took her hand in mine and walked us over to the small table in the room. It only had one chair, and I sat down with her sideways in my lap. Just like the last time, I had three covered plates with a surprise message beneath. “Are you hungry?”
“Are you going to jail?” At my incredulous look, she shrugged with a small smile. “Well, it’s not our anniversary, and you’re dressed in the black on black on black pants, shoes, and shirt I love. Something must be up, and it’s huge. Hit me, Miles. I can hang.”
I tapped the end of her nose. “Your mind is a dangerous place at times, Bailey. No words.”
She rolled her eyes and flipped me off. “So, no jail?”
“No.”
“Someone die?”
“No.”
“Then what is…” I lifted the lid, and she stopped talking. Her eyes, glassy and filled with unshed tears, were focused on the plate in front of her with a stack of pancakes. This time they were shaped into a giant ring and were laid beside a question written in chocolate sauce.
Marry me?
Today. Tomorrow. Always.
“Miles?” Bailey’s voice was low, hands shaking beside my own.
