He pulled me closer and kissed my neck before talking quietly next to my ear. “Stop teasing and pack. Think you can finish and we can spend tonight in the new house?”
I shivered and my mind went wild imagining all the ways we could christen the new bed. I would so ace this packing thing. We would be moving in today.
“Definitely.”
“Good. The movers are outside. They’ll start loading up the van with the furniture and any boxes that are ready. Just let them know what they can take.”
As usual, Rhett made everything effortless. Easy. Not only had he organized movers, he’d also taken Freddie and Josie to pick out new furniture for their rooms. If they didn’t worship him before, they most certainly did now. I wasn’t allowed to come because apparently I wasn’t fun to be around when it came to spending money. They would be correct, since I wouldn’t have let Rhett spend more than what would be my salary for the year on a princess bed, the pinkest dressing table I had ever seen or the designer couch that Freddie just had to have in her room. And that was only the start of their shopping spree.
But if I was honest with myself, I loved his dedication to the girls and the fact that for once it didn’t really matter how much money they spent.
I continued packing up the kitchen, the bedrooms already done, Freddie tackling the bathroom and Oma wrapping the breakables in the living room. Josie was sitting on the floor, still grinning from her impromptu dance session with Freddie.
We managed to get everything to the new house that night. Rhett even ignored work for the day to help us pack. His motives weren’t entirely selfless but you wouldn’t hear me complaining. I was ready for some privacy, and Freddie was ecstatic she would get her own room. Josie was going to be next to the master bedroom where Rhett and I stayed and Oma decided to take up the offer of moving into the guest house. If it got too quiet, she could always choose one of the rooms in the house. But I had a feeling she enjoyed the peace and quiet. Something she hadn’t had in nearly twenty years.
Josie was down for the night, her excitement of sleeping in her princess bed surpassing any fear she might have had of sleeping in a room by herself for the first time in her life. I kept checking in on her, but she was passed out cold, her light snores ringing through the room.
“Babe, she’s fine. We’re right next door. She knows that. If she wakes up, she can come to us. There is no way anyone can get inside the house without us knowing. I have the best security system money can buy.”
I knew all this, but it didn’t stop me from worrying. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“I love your big heart.” He traced the side of my breast with a finger, making me arch into him. “But I also love you for other parts. Like your boobs. I especially love those.” Always suspected he was a boob man. I smiled when he led me away from Josie’s door and into our bedroom. I admired the bed—for about the tenth time today, because it was that amazing—and let Rhett guide me to the adjacent bathroom. The marble monstrosity had already grown on me. There was a jacuzzi in there after all. And the shower was humongous, sprayers on all sides. I couldn’t wait to test it out.
“Do your thing in the bathroom. You got ten minutes.”
“Bossy much?”
He grinned at me, and I nearly forgot what I was supposed to be doing in the bathroom. “Always.”
I did as I was told, even got ready in five minutes, just doing the bare necessities, like brushing my teeth and putting on the new nightgown that had mysteriously appeared on the hook of the bathroom door. We were going to christen our new bed. And christen it we did.
