“You ready?” Josh asked as he hopped out the truck, pulling Ari into a quick hug and making sure she got safely to her car.
I slid into the back seat this time. The car seats had been moved, replaced by a mountain of flowers and gift bags filling every inch.
This man…I smiled to myself, spotting the card tied to a bouquet of white roses.
Meet me for dinner tonight. Everything you need is in these bags.
I grinned and started pulling things out first, a sleek spaghetti-strap, black satin dress, then a box revealing a pair of blackand gold YSL heels, size 8. Small velvet boxes followed, holding diamond earrings, a necklace, a bracelet, and even an anklet. I shook my head, amazed. He was right everything I needed for tonight was right here.
Josh merged onto the highway, and I pulled out my phone, hitting Seth’s FaceTime.
“Hey, Mr. Romantic,” I greeted as soon as his face appeared on the screen.
“Enjoying your day?” His smile warmed me instantly.
“I am. But I’m missing my boys,” I admitted.
Without missing a beat, he flipped the camera around. S3 was at a trampoline park, bouncing his heart out like a little ball of energy, while Shiloh lay peacefully in his stroller, soft snores filling the air. My heart swelled these three were my whole world.
“Oh, and look who just popped up,” Seth chuckled, showing Jo walking toward him, hand full of snacks.
“Hey, Stormi,” Jo smiled at the camera before placing the snacks down and running off to join S3.
“I can’t wait to see you tonight,” I said, my voice low with anticipation.
He gave me that devilish grin I knew too well.
Since that night in the shower, Seth hadn’t kept his hands off me. We were like teenagers on a mission. Quickies during nap time, sneaky moments whenever family helped out with the boys.
“I’ll see you in a few hours. I love you,” he said just as Shiloh started to stir and cry. Seth knew I was ready to switch intomommy mode, so he ended the call, letting me soak up the last few moments of my alone time.
Seth’s hands lingered on my waist as he pulled out my chair, his voice low and teasing.
“We might not make it through dinner.”
I smiled, feeling that familiar heat rise in my chest.
We were at Rooftop, secluded in the private rooftop section Seth had rented just for us. The whole space was ours; just him and me under the stars. Soft candlelight flickered, casting gentle shadows, while rose petals lay scattered across the table and floor. The moon hung bright, adding its own glow to the perfect night.
“Thank you,” I said softly, my eyes meeting his. “I’m loving this.”
He grinned, that mischievous glint lighting up his eyes. “You deserve nothing less.”
The waitress came right away, bringing us wine and taking our orders. It felt good to have my husband to myself. We needed this alone time.
As he sat down, I caught the way he looked at me like I was the only woman in the world, and tonight, there was no one else that mattered.
Seth reached across the table, his fingers lacing with mine as the waiter poured wine into our glasses and left us alone again under the moonlight. For a moment, we just sat there, the soft clinkingof silverware and the gentle hum of the city beneath us filling the silence. It wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable.
“You know,” he said, swirling the wine in his glass. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately.”
“That’s dangerous,” I teased, raising a brow.
He chuckled; eyes locked on me. “Nah, I’m serious this time.”
I leaned in a little. “Okay, I’m listening.”
He exhaled slowly, his voice softer now. “You do everything. For the kids. For me. For this family. You hold it all down. But I started wondering… what are you doing for you?”
