“Like what?” I asked.
“Build another house. There’s plenty of land.”
“Build another house? That’s a lot.”
“We could always leaveThe Compound, but?—”
“No. I love being close to everyone. We still have our privacy, and it’s safe.”
“We don’t have to decide today, but I want you to know we have options. Eventually, we may outgrow the suite.”
“You think so?”
“If things work out with Oaklyn, we may want to continue to grow our family.”
“You think that’s something you’d want to do?”
“Let’s take this one child at a time, but I’m definitely not opposed to it.”
I spent so much time worried about whether this man would still love me when he found out I couldn’t have children. He’d proven me wrong ten times over, and my heart was so full.
We continued customizing our shoes and enjoying the music. It took about an hour, and when we were finished, Carmen led us to the room where the shoes dried. It took about twenty-four hours for them to dry completely, and we could pick them up tomorrow.
“This was fun,” I said after took off our smocks and washed our hands.
“I’m glad you enjoyed. Whose shoes do you think look better?”
He stepped in front of me and grabbed my waist.
“Of course, I think mine look better, but either way, I’ll be sitting on your face in the near future.”
He leaned in and whispered, “We can go in the bathroom and take care of that right now.”
His lips brushed against my ear before pressing them against my lips. When he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I almost forgot we were in public. His hands moved from my waist to my ass, and I remembered where we were.
“You need to calm down,” I said with a giggle as I pulled away.
“I probably should. You know my dick got a mind of its own.”
He took my hand, and we headed back to the front. When we rounded the corner, I was shocked to see our table had been transformed. All the tools and materials we used for our shoes were gone, and it was set up for dinner for two.
Not only that, a young man and woman were standing next to the table, dressed as servers. I looked at Russell, confused, and he smiled as if nothing strange was happening.
“What’s going on?” I asked since it didn’t seem he would offer any information.
“I worked up an appetite. It’s dinnertime.”
He led me back to our table and pushed my chair in after I was seated. Once he was seated across from me, the servers jumped into action, serving us shrimp cocktail as an appetizer and filling wine glasses with white wine.
“Russell, what are you up to?”
“What makes you think I’m up to something?”
“I’ve never been here, but I’m positive this is not something they normally do.”
“I may or may not have pulled a few strings.”
“Thank you. This was very thoughtful. What else is on the menu?” I asked as before I took a bite of shrimp.
