I scowl, shifting my focus to the large screen, where Blair is about to kiss Chuck for the first time.
“Since we’re talking now, I have something special for you.”
I do love surprises, but I can’t tell him that. “I don’t need anything.”
“Too bad. It’s already happening.”
The doorbell rings and I’m confused as he walks away to answer the door.What now?
A flurry of voices fills the entryway, followed by two people carrying garment bags and cases. A woman in a sleek all-black suit strides in, her perfectly lined red lips curving into a smile. “Haisley, it’s so lovely to meet you. I’m Margot, your stylist for tonight. And this is Luke, your hair and makeup artist.”
I stare at the man who’s responsible for all this. “What is going on?”
“Date night,” he says simply. “Since you won’t talk to me, I thought I had to do something to get your attention.”
“Your big plan is to throw clothes at me until I forgive you?”
Margot gasps dramatically. “These are pieces of art, couture pieces hand-selected only for you based on the measurements Rasmus was able to get us.”
“And I’ll make you look like a goddess. Well, more of a goddess than you already are,” Luke adds.
I level Rasmus with another glare. “You really think this is going to fix things?”
Honestly, I’m already softening a bit because he clearly organized this well in advance. But I can’t give upthateasily.
“No. But I do think you deserve to be spoiled, and since your ankle is hurting, it was easier to bring them to you.”
Damn him. He’s right. I do deserve a day of pampering.
Margot claps her hands. “All right! We have work to do. Come, come.”
And I follow her, hobbling my way to the guestroom to get ready.
An hour later, I stare at my reflection, unable to deny that my glam team knows what they’re doing. My hair cascades in soft waves over my shoulders while my makeup is radiant yet soft. The lacy dark green dress hugs my body and highlights the small baby bump that has appeared in the past few days. It’s also long enough to cover the walking boot.
Even if I’m still pissed at Rasmus, I feel good. Scratch that. I feelamazing. The woman looking back at me isn’t the same one who binge-watched the same TV show she has seen a thousand times before.
“He’s going to lose his ever-loving mind when he sees you,” Luke whispers in awe.
Margot beams. “As he should. Now, let’s make him regret whatever he did to upset you.”
Luke slowly helps me to the living room, where Rasmus is waiting in a dark-colored suit. His hair is up in a bun, and his beard is freshly trimmed.
Damn him for being so fucking attractive.
When he looks over and sees me dolled up, his entire body goes still. I spot Margot and Luke sneak out in the background, leaving us alone.
“Wow. You look—” he says, his voice low and raspy. His eyes drop to my stomach, and he smiles. “May I?”
I only nod because I can’t deny him this experience, no matter how much he might annoy me.
Rasmus moves towards me and kneels in front of me, his large palms cupping my stomach. He gives a slow kiss on it and rubs small circles over the lace. He whispers something in Swedish, but I don’t ask him what. It’s his private moment with the baby, not mine.
When he lifts his eyes to look up, they’re shining. His entire expression is soft and hopeful. “Haisley, you have every right to be mad at the situation?—"
“Damn right, I do,” I interrupt him.
He exhales and starts to run a hand through his hair before realizing it’s tied back. “You really think I wanted to tell your dad? Heck no. I panicked. You were hurt, and all I could think about was getting to you. I couldn’t leave without a good reason, so I told your dad to make him understand why I had to get to you and fast.”
