“Yeah, I just really hope she agrees to it.” I didn’t make a big choice without her, but I did keep a big option from her.
“She’s going to love it.”
I sure as hell hope so.I turn back to the car I’m working on when my alarm goes off. “Welp, all done boys!” I call in excitement. I no longer allow my inattention to be the reason I’m late home to my woman. Becky never says anything, but I can see the shadows in her expression when I come home a little late or answer one of my many random messages about car stuff. It’s not as often as it used to be, but she still battles the after effects of my choices. Now, I’m as open as possible with her whenever that look hits her eyes, and before.
We also have more vehicles available as rentals for customers if they need them now. That was one of my first moves as an owner. For reasons.
I rush out the door without a look back, but I hear both Trevorand Billy laughing at me from inside the shop. Whatever, they’re both just as bad.
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Becky
I am fully decked out in my HP hoodie and leggings, ready to rock and roll for when Carter gets home from work. I know he won’t forget. He’s put too many reminders on his phone and around our house for me to worry about that happening anymore. Right on cue, I hear the rumbling of his old ass truck pulling up to the house. Only, it keeps running.
Odd.The door flies open, and there’s my handsome husband smiling his goofy smile. He doesn’t hesitate as he strides through the living room and directly to me. I feel my smile match his as he swoops me up into his arms. I melt into him.My home.
Carter backs up and holds me away from him to meet my eyes. “Come with me.”
“I usually do.” I say with a smirk. He laughshis laughat that, and I join in.
“No, come with me. I have something I want to show you.” His humor sits in his voice, as he slides his scratchy beard against my cheek.
“Okay, do you need to get the groceries first?”
“There aren’t any.” At my frown he just grins. “Trust me.”
I do.“Okay, fine. Let’s go.”
When we pull up to his parents house, I’m confused, a little annoyed and quietly disappointed. “You didn’t schedule a family dinner or something, did you?”
“No, of course not. Let’s go!” He hops out and runs over to my side to help me down.
I want to argue, but I accept his help. We walk in together holding hands, as usual, to see his parents waiting for us at their door.
“Hey Mr. and Mrs. Stewart!” His dad, Lyle, greets us with a giantsmile. He’s the older twin to his son. Goofy grin and thick salt and pepper hair included. Carter is their only child, and they had him young, so they’re not exactly elder parents.
“Hey Mr. and Mrs. Stewart!” Carter calls back.Dork.
“So, let’s sit and talk.” Loretta greets us with a warm smile, holding her arm out to guide us to the dining room. We all sit in our normal places. I try to relax, but Carter keeps darting looks all over the room, avoiding everyone’s gaze.
“So, we talked about it, and—” Loretta starts before her husband cuts in.
“We want to give you two our house.” Lyle bursts out.
Holy shit.“Holy shit!”Oops.“I mean, are you serious?”
All three Stewarts smile at me. “Absolutely. We would have already done it–we basically live in the camper already and want to cut ties to this place—but this guy,” Lyle shoves Carter a bit, “insisted that nothing be done until you get a chance to be a part of the conversation.” Carter gives me a wider smile, and I love him. I love him so much.
“Carter…” I don’t even know what to say. I’m speechless.
“Is it okay, Becky? Is this okay?” Carter asks me quietly.
“We’ll give you a second to talk, kids.” His parents take the cue to leave us. The quiet squeak of the chairs against the floors punctuate their exit.
Carter’s hand clasps my chin and tilts my head to meet my eyes directly. “Is it?”
“You could have had a house?” I don’t know what to say. My mind is trying to wrap around his words, this offer.
