“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, and Drew’s smirk grows. “What?”
He shrugs but can’t play off the grin that’s spreading on his face by the second.
I search around the area. “What did you do?”
“Now, why do you think I did anything?” He tilts his head, and it’s a dead giveaway. The guy can’t lie for shit.
“You’re up to something. Tell me.” I step toward him.
“You’ll have to find it for yourself.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you going to give me a hint?”
He shakes his head and acts like he’s zipping his lips shut and throwing away the key.
I look over his shoulder. “What are you cooking?”
“I’m making that chicken pasta meal we made the first time we cooked together.”
“Aw, the one we made over the phone?”
“That’s the one!” He smiles big but then glances around the room again.
“But that’s not why your face looks like that,” I accuse.
“Looks like what?” he says with a laugh.
I slowly make my way past him, searching for something that’s out of place. He’s made a huge mess in the kitchen with his one-pot meal, but that’s normal, so it’s not what’s making him act so weird.
When I turn around, he’s still standing in the middle of our living room, proving that, yes, something is definitely up with him.
“Drew!” I whine playfully.
“Sharee!” He copies my tone.
I give him the evil eye as I walk back into the living room.
That’s when I see it. Something’s hidden in the tree.
My breath hitches as I stare at the tiny black box resting on a branch right at eye-level. I look at him, and he tilts his head toward the box with a grin on his face.
I run to it, grabbing it so fast I almost knock over other decorations. Rubbing my lips together, I close my eyes and mentally prepare for what this means.
I knew Drew and I were perfect together, but we haven’t really talked about marriage. Of course, I wanted to talk about it, but I didn’t want to rush things. Our entire relationship had been rushed, so I figured it would come when he was ready. Knowing he’s ready without us even talking about it is beyond a dream come true.
If there’s one thing I know without a doubt, it’s that he loves me, and we have forever to make things official, so I haven’t been in a hurry to bring it up.
When I turn to face him, I see that he’s moved closer.
He grins when he says, “Open it.”
I take a deep inhale and slowly open the lid to the velvet box. When I see what’s inside, I pause and squint my eyes. Lifting the gold string, I hold it up closer to see what it is.
A flat wooden Christmas ornament of toilet paper reads,I love you more than toilet paper—2020.
I laugh out loud and hold it up for him. “Are you serious right now?”
“What?” He steps closer. “I thought it was perfect for us. Our first ornament together.”
