58. Wren
58
WREN
“Where are you taking me?” I ask from the passenger seat. It’s late in the afternoon, and all I want to do is sit in the hot tub, drink wine with my husband, and watch the sky.
“It’s a surprise,” he tells me.
I’m currently sitting in the front seat of his G-Wagon with my eyes covered. He’s been sneaky, sneaky for the past week and, to be honest, I thought maybe he was cheating on me. Stupid, I know, but the mind does crazy things when you’re in love. It was after a chat with Fern my worries eased, but there’s still a small part that thinks she’s wrong.
Forty minutes later, the car comes to a stop. “Wait there,” he commands as he turns the engine off.
“Like I’m going anywhere by myself blindfolded. I have no clue where I am but if you’ve led me to the woods to murder me, just know, I’m coming back to haunt you.”
He laughs but doesn’t say anything. He slips out of the car, leaving me sitting here by myself. My door opens and he unbuckles my seat belt and spins me to face him. Stefan removes the blindfold but tells me to keep my eyes closed. Then he takes my hands in his and guides me out of the car. We take a few steps and then we stop.
My heart is racing but no longer am I scared, I’m excited for whatever my surprise is.
“Open them,” he whispers from behind me.
Opening my eyes, I stare ahead and my eyes widen as I take in the house before me. When Stefan and I found this house a couple of weeks ago, I immediately fell in love with it. It’s a Victorian-style, two-story house with a wraparound front porch. He told me we were outbid, and I was crestfallen.
“We weren’t outbid, were we?” I mumble with tear-filled eyes.
“Nope, we weren’t. I wanted to surprise you with your dream home.” He wraps his arms around my waist, and I lean back into him. Standing in the driveway of our home, I stare at it gobsmacked.
He leads me over to the front steps and sits down, motioning for me to sit between his legs. Walking over, I take a seat and lean back into his embrace. He places his hands on my belly. “One day we will sit here with our kids and watch the sunset with them.”
“I fucking love you, Stefan D?uchmen,” I tell him. Looking over my shoulder at my husband, I’m filled with every emotion out there.
“I love you too, Mrs. D?uchmen.” I snuggle back into my husband and wrapped in his arms; we watch the sunset together … on the porch of our home.
It’s funny, I pucking hated him when I first met him but over time he grew on me and now, I can’t imagine my life without him. I’m finally at peace. No longer does it feel wrong to have fallen in love with my client. I’m exactly where I should be, and I’m so pucking happy I love him. So. Pucking. Happy.