Laughing, I peck his cheek again. “The speed limit is twenty-five miles per hour and we are literally the only vehicle on this road. I’m good.”
As I sit and buckle my seat belt, my eyes never leave him.I could not have dreamed of a better man.
The fourth cabin on the left is exquisite, a three-level, wood crafted cabin situated in the midst of ginormous trees. As he pulls onto the pebbled circle driveway, I take in the beautiful views. When we stop, I open my door before he opens his and his long arm stretches out in front of me.
“The driveway is pebbled. You gotta be careful. Hold up.”
He gets out and rushes over to me. As soon as I’m out, I’m ready to get inside. I start walking and he has to catch up with me. When he does, he grabs my hand and together we walk up the steps to the front door. There’s a sign on it that reads: Welcome to the Mountain Jewel.
Tyriq opens the envelope, pulls out the key, and unlocks the door. He lets me walk in first, and when I do, my mouth drops to the floor filled with purple rose petals. A trail of them that starts in the foyer.
“What is this?” I ask with misty eyes.
“Follow the petals,” he urges.
I start my journey through the extra spacious layout. Between the large kitchen layout with a wrapping bar area and the perfectly placed dining room opening to the lovely living room, I am in utter awe. Everything is just gorgeous, especially the stone gas fireplace with a huge TV hung above it.
The petals lead me through the living room and into what has to be the master bedroom suite. The purple petals surround a massive, gorgeous, four-post, bigger than king-size bed. I rush toward it.
There’s a wooden plank across the bed. On the plank are two large bouquets of purple roses. In the middle of the bouquets there’s a light gray, huge stuffed rabbit with long floppy ears. There’s something on it but I can’t see it. So I ease onto the bed, careful not to tip my roses. I grab the rabbit and the moment I realize what’s on it, the floodgates open and I start bawling.
“Tyriq,” I cry.
“Did you read it?” he asks and I just shake my head. My tears manifested the minute I spotted the picture of our first ultrasound. It’s embedded on the white belly of the rabbit. Myeyes are too cloudy to decipher the words. Thankfully, he joins me on the bed and reads it for me. “Dear Mommy, This Mother’s Day, I’m comfortable, snuggled up in your tummy. But soon, I’ll be cuddling with you. So hold this bunny until you can hold me tight and kiss me goodnight. Mommy, you are doing a great job, Love, your gummy bear.”
The words are just as beautiful as the thought he put into all of this. Overcome with so many emotions, I climb onto him, straddle his waist, and wrap my arms around his neck. Staring into his sexy eyes, I almost get lost but I hold steady and get my words out.
“Where did you come from?” I ask, not expecting an answer. “Everything you do is so thoughtful and intentional. I didn’t even think about Mother’s Day for me,” I admit. I had been so focused on making sure I had my mom’s concert tickets, card, and candle set from Light My Flame. It didn’t register to me that Mother’s Day is for me too but it clicked for him.
“Why? You’re a mommy,” he says and I smile at my reality.
“And you’re a dad, a great one already. Thank you for all of this: the cabin, the roses, and my bunny. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he says.
My lips crash into his and I try to express to him how I feel through my kiss. It starts off slow, moves to passionate, and lingers on nasty. His big hands move from my back to my ass and my hands caress the top of his head as I melt into him. Right when I feel him start to lift, there’s a loud chime throughout the cabin. “Fuck!” he mumbles.
“What?” I ask.
“I almost forgot. The rest of your present.”
“I don’t need anything else.”
“You need more than I prepared. I hate that my flight is tomorrow. I don’t want to leave you on your actual day.”
The bell chimes again and I slide off his lap. We both ease off the bed. He grabs both bouquets and we walk back to the main area of the house. He places both vases on the leather coffee table in the living room then treks to the door. Not knowing what’s next, I just sit down on the extra-large plush sofa and wait to see.
When he opens the door, a team walks in. Three women dressed in black and hot pink scrubs walk in first carrying huge black bags followed by two more women and a man dressed casually but with chef coats. Each of those three are carrying large cooler-looking bags. Tyriq directs the two ladies in scrubs to the living room and leads the others to the kitchen.
“Where do you want to set up the tables?” one of the ladies in scrubs asks.
“Massages?” My internal thought slips out of my mouth.
“In here is cool,” he says but I have another thought.
“Can we look outside?” I suggest. There’s a large deck outside, and if it’s cool, I think a massage out there would be perfect. So I stand and walk over the door. Tyriq follows. When he opens the door, I see just how perfect it is: the view of the mountains, the large ceiling fans cooling the deck, and the quiet. “Definitely out here with our heads looking out at this view.”
“Our? This is all you, baby.”
