Chapter 11
Lilou
Five Years Later…
“Happy anniversary,” Milo says as he pulls me back into his chest.
His arms tighten around my waist, and I smirk as I look over my shoulder at him.
“Happy anniversary. You’re up early.”
“I had to get my surprise ready,” he says as he starts to trail kisses up my neck.
“Is it a big surprise,” I ask seductively, rubbing my ass against his hardening cock.
“You know it, Lilou, but that’s not the surprise,” he says as he rolls me over so I’m facing him.
“Do you want to give it to me now?” I ask, and he nods.
“Yeah, before our kid gets up.”
I nod, and he kisses me before he climbs out of bed. I crawl to the side of our king-size bed and then follow him downstairs and into the kitchen.
“Surprise! I wasn’t sure which room you would want them in or what has the right light, so I put them here. Plus, I figured you would want to fuss over them,” Milo says with a grin as he stands next to the kitchen island that is covered in plants.
“Milo! This is too much!”
“No, it’s not. You deserve it and more. Which is why I also bought you a greenhouse.”
“What?!” I ask excitedly.
“They’re going to start building it on Monday,” he tells me, and I squeal as I jump into his arms.
My mom never supported my love of plants, but Milo, he loves everything that I love. Anything that I’m interested in, so is he. It’s incredible to have someone in my life who supports me and takes an interest in me.
Our house is already crammed full of plants. It looks like we live in a jungle sometimes, especially on watering days. Milo has never complained, though. In fact, he’s even offered to buy us a bigger house so that we can get more plants. He’s happy as long as I am.
“Go ahead. Check it all out,” he says, and I kiss him before I head over to the kitchen island to check out my presents.
There are so many plants here, so many plant pots, and bags of dirt. There’s even a new pair of gloves and some seed packets. I smile at the seeds. I mentioned in passing a few weeks ago that it might be cool to try to start a garden, and I’m surprised that Milo remembered. I shouldn’t be. He remembers everything that I say.
“Do you want your present now?” I ask him as I turn and wrap my arms around his waist.
“If you want to?—”
We’re interrupted by the sound of a baby crying over the monitor and Milo chuckles and bends his head to press a soft kiss to my lips.
“Hold that thought,” he says, and I nod.
I watch as he takes off back upstairs, and then I hear his voice on the baby monitor as he coos to our daughter and changes her diaper.
Milo and I got married five years ago, in my grandpa’s hospital room, before he moved to his care facility. We spent a week and a half there with him, making sure that he liked the place and was settled before we came back to Wolf Valley.
We had another ceremony here with all of our friends about a month later. Lymric was my maid of honor, and Luca was back in the States and stood up as Milo’s best man. It was a perfect day, only made better by the fact that Milo flew my grandpa up to Wolf Valley and surprised me by having him transferred to a place closer to us. I’ve been able to go and visit with my grandpa every week since then.
Milo and I decided to wait to start a family after we got married. We wanted time to really get to know each other and enjoy our time together before we added kids. Cleo was born ten months ago, and it’s been incredible to see Milo as a father. He’s so good with Cleo. So patient and gentle. Seeing him with her just has me falling in love with him all over again.
Milo comes downstairs with a smiling Cleo in his arms, and I grin.
“Hey there, little one,” I gush as she reaches for me.
“How about I make my girls some breakfast?” Milo asks, and I smile.
“Pancakes?”
“You got it.”
He drops a kiss on my lips, and I take a seat at the kitchen table with Cleo as my husband starts on breakfast.
“Lymric is still babysitting for us tonight, right?” He asks, and I nod.
“Yeah, she’ll be here at six.”
“Good.”
He nods, and I grin. I think that we’re both excited to have some quality time with just the two of us tonight.
I smile as I settle Cleo into her high chair and think about the anniversary gift that I have waiting for Milo upstairs. I can’t wait to see his face when he sees the scrapbook that I made him. The one with the last page where I taped the positive pregnancy test, along with the confirmation that I got at the doctor’s office last week.
I can’t wait to see his face when he realizes that our family is growing, and I’m so excited to give Cleo a baby brother or sister.
“Who’s hungry?” Milo calls as he carries over the plate of pancakes.
“Dada, dada,” Cleo says, clapping her little hands, and I laugh.
“That’s right!”
He adds some cut-up pancakes to her plate, and I smile. It’s crazy to think back to how we started. All those years, I was longing for what my friends have, and now I finally have it. It’s better than I even imagined. And that’s all thanks to my Milo.