I smile up at him. “Yup, I believe we are.”
And then hand in hand, we move on.
* * *
“Right this way,”Jorge says as he lifts a red velvet rope blocking a bench from the public.
After a few more rides, we were taken back to The Office, a secret restaurant in California Adventure with a beautiful view of the pier. It’s where we were served some of the best lobster I’ve ever had. And the room was so cute. We had to walk through a vault to get into it, and then it was covered in cartoon pictures of animators.
Of course, Breaker had to sit right next to me in the booth where he could always keep a hand on me and occasionally feed me food with his fork. I loved every second of it.
After that, we headed back to Disneyland, where we rode Indiana Jones one more time and then proceeded to pick up desserts from the Candy Palace. I got a Rice Krispie treat, and Breaker got caramel popcorn. We took the train around the park while we ate our desserts, and Breaker even got a cookie for Jorge. And then after one more ride of Space Mountain, where Breaker held my hand the whole time, laughing, Jorge took us to our roped-off bench that looked over the castle.
“Fireworks should be starting shortly. Can I get you anything else?” Jorge asks.
“No, thank you, I think we can take it from here.”
Jorge nods. “And you have your pass to get back to your parking lot?”
Breaker nods. “Yup.” He then reaches into his pocket and slips something into Jorge’s hand. “Thank you so much for everything. You have been fantastic.”
“Of course. Thank you, Breaker. Miss Lia, it was a joy meeting you. Before I leave, can I offer to take one more pic of you two?”
“Nah, I think we’re good. Thank you, though.”
And with another goodbye, Jorge takes off, leaving us alone.
“What did you slip into his hand?” I ask.
“One thousand dollars,” Breaker answers casually.
“One thousand dollars? Oh my God, Breaker.”
He chuckles. “What? He did a good job.”
“You probably just made his day.”
“Yeah, well, it’s the least I can do after he made this day so special for us both.” He drapes his arm over the back of the bench and snuggles me in close. “Did you have a good time?”
“I had the best time,” I say as I lean into his hold. “This was the kind of day you always dream of, but it never really comes to life.”
“Well, it’s real. All of this is real,” he says.
“Hard to believe.”
People scavenge for spots in front of the castle, strollers bumping into sidewalks, crying children tired from the events of the day, and a lot of tired people vying for a spot to sit down. Weirdly, it adds to the magic.
I turn toward him and rest my hand on his thigh as I say, “Thank you for today.”
“You’re welcome, Lia. You know I’d do anything for you, right?”
“Yes, I know.”
“So you just name it, and it’s yours.”
“I think . . .” I move my hand up to his chest. “I know I want something, but I’m nervous to say it.”
He turns toward me more and asks, “What is it?”
