Page 87 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

Before the proposal,there’s lots of paperwork. I come up with a name for my company: Red Violets, an homage to my friendship with Red.

I already have a few visions for releases. Games with plots that empower women.

As promised, Trevor has all the money to make it happen. He gets the LLC started and together, we’re working on proposals for other investors, looking at spaces for a design studio.

We spend all day, every day together. Sometimes we bicker, but at the end of it all, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather do this with. The father of my child.

Trevor admits selfishly he likes being close to me all day so he can keep any eye on things, get me what I need when I need it.

I’m so lucky. So lucky I nearly forget about the wholemarriagepart of the deal.

That is until after touring a few office options, Trevor asks if I’m feeling all right for one more stop.

“I can do one more stop.”

Not to long into our drive, I realize we’re heading toward Red and Oliver’s house. Is this when he proposes?

I wonder how he’s going to do it. Over a dinner with our friends? A big party? My head is swirling with ideas.

He pulls into a parking spot in front of Red and Oliver’s. Their house is dark, though. Doesn’t look like there’s any activity inside.

“We’re here.”

He rushes around the car to open my door and help me out.

I used to give him shit for treating me like I was already carrying a full-term belly around, but I stopped once I realized how much I love his doting. It’s helped our relationship recover, go back to the way things were.

I start toward Red and Oliver’s house, but Trevor grabs my hand. “This way.”

I frown as Trevor leads me to the front gate of the townhouse next door. I’ve always remarked how pretty it is, what with the trees out front that flower in the springtime and the brickwork.

“What are you doing?” I lower my voice. “There are people home!”

Trevor produces a key from his pocket and unlocks the gate.

“How did you get that?”

Laughing, Trevor tucks my hand against his bicep. “Just let the surprise happen, Iris.”

I’m just as surprised when he unlocks the front door too. Our footsteps echo in the empty hall. There’s no furniture, no rugs.

“I don’t underst…” I look up and see a banner hanging over the doorway leading deeper into the house.

“Welcome Home,” it reads.

Trevor squeezes my hand. “I know we said we wouldn’t keep things from each other, but this is the last surprise, I promise.”

I turn to him. “What does that mean?”

He laughs. “You’re so sweet when you pretend you don’t understand.”

“That banners for us?”

“I bought the house.”

“Youboughtthe…” I take a few steps further, touching the wall for support. “The house I love? Next door to Red and Oliver?”

Trevor smiles and nods.

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