“I’d love that.”
He left for a few minutes and returned holding a Kindle Colorsoft, which was not mine.
“No fucking way. Did you buy me a new Kindle?”
“I did, and I tried to set it up for you, but I needed your passwords and whatnot. It’s fully charged, so here you go.”
“Oh my God, baby. I feel so bad because you did all of this, and I didn’t even remember today was our one-month anniversary.”
“It’s cool. No need to feel bad. I’ll give you some time to relax while I get everything else ready. There’s no rush, so take your time.”
He left me alone, and I enjoyed my time in the Jacuzzi. I ate the fruit, cheese, and crackers, sipped the wine, and set up my new Kindle. About an hour later, he returned to check on me. The water had begun to cool, so he helped me out and into the shower.
In the bedroom, on the bed, there was a brand-new fluffy robe and slippers. I dried off, and he rubbed me down with a new body butter. His hands didn’t leave any part of my body untouched, and I wanted to either fuck or go to sleep when he finished, but neither of those things happened.
I didn’t have time to be disappointed because after wrapping myself in my new robe and putting on my new slippers, he led me to the living room, where he had a picnic style candlelight dinner prepared.
“Kenzo, did you cook all this?”
“With Gramps guiding me every step of the way.”
I shook my head in disbelief.
“I don’t know what to say besides thank you. This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“You’re welcome. You ready to eat?”
“I’m starving.”
“Good. I made all the things I noticed you really enjoyed over the past month.”
On the menu were tomato and cucumber salad, steak, garlic mashed potatoes, honey-and-bacon-glazed roasted Brussels sprouts, and peach cobbler for dessert. I was in heaven and overwhelmed with gratitude. I’d never felt more special and seen in my life.
“Open this,” he said, giving me an envelope.
“Kenzo, I’m overwhelmed. I don’t know how many more surprises I can handle.”
“This is the last one.”
I opened the envelope, and inside was my passport, which I’d applied for a few days after we were married, and the full itinerary for a honeymoon in Saint Vincent and the Grenadines.
“Oh my God, Kenzo.”
I wrapped my arms around him so tight, he probably couldn’t breathe. My life had been a dream since I’d married him, and not even the awkward relationship I had with his mother could ruin it.
“Are you ready to get drunk on the beach for seven days?” he asked.
“I can’t wait. When are we going?”
“Right after my birthday celebration.”
I lifted my head from his chest and looked up at him.
“Thank you so much. I can’t believe that this is my life.”
I stood on my toes to kiss him.
“Believe it, baby. Let’s eat.”
