Page 32 of Eternally Yours
Lunch for my Minnie and her Em - S.H.
On Wednesday, I wasn’t expecting anything since Silas knew I wouldn’t be in the office and he was away for an exhibition game. But to my surprise, a gift greeted me when I opened the door to head out.
There was a large box filled with a variety of chocolates and candies, painkillers, and a heating pad. And, of course, within the box was a much smaller box with an assortment of chocolates for Emma. This time the note read:
Since I can’t take your pain away, I hope this can help soothe it.
- Love, Silas xx.
P.S. The small box is for Emma, in case she’s synced up. I read that’s a thing...
It made me laugh. The thought of Silas reading up about menstruation is not something I would have ever pictured him doing.
I embarrassingly admitted to him Tuesday night over the phone that I had started my time of the month and was in a bit of pain. The fact that he took the time to make this last-minute gift for me made my feelings for him grow so much stronger.
That night, I read the note over and over again as I laid in bed, always coming back to one specific word... love.He wrote love.
Emma walks up to the kitchen island just as I cover our travel mugs and hand one over to her. Today, we are both heading over to the event’s location to finalize last minute details and make sure all is ready by tonight. Eleonor will also arrive duringthe day to make sure everything is as expected and to her standards.I really hope she loves it.
“Have you been to the door?” Em asks as we walk toward said door.
“No, not yet. There might not be anything, you know.”
“Oh please, that man is so far gone for you, it’s not even funny. I promise, there is definitely something on the other side of that door. Go ahead, open it.” She gestures to the handle.
My heart rate picks up, and my palms get sweaty. I don’t understand why the idea of a gift is affecting me so much today, but it is. Every new gift, every text and phone call, makes me fall harder for him.We’ve only been in each other’s presence twice. How can it be possible to feel like this so quickly?
I take a deep breath and turn the knob, opening the door slowly. And just like Emma predicted, there’s a gift waiting for me. Or shall I say, us. A huge basket sits on the doormat. I pick it up and head back in, setting it down on the marble counter.
Inside, the basket holds numerous face and eye masks, lotions and oils, skin care products, and scented candles. There are also three bottles of wine—red, rosé, and white—along with two fluffy bathrobes and slippers. The opening of each bathrobe holds a ticket for a spa day at one of the best spas in New York.
I pull the little black envelope and practically rip through it, needing to read it.Needing to feel him close.
A well-deserved spa date for my favorite girl and her sidekick.
You’ll do great tonight, I’m proud of you.
Love, Silas xx
P.S. I miss you.
I feel a lump growing in my throat. While trying to swallow itdown, I blink a few times to clear the mist from my eyes.God, I’m an emotional mess.I know it’s most likely because I’m PMSing, but this man is hitting all the right buttons.
All his gifts are thoughtful and sweet—he takes the time to make them feel personal. And the fact that he always includes Emma in them even though he doesn’t need to shows just how much he cares.
He keeps saying he’s trying to win me over, but what he hasn’t realized yet is that he already has.
We leave the basket and head back out, and on our way down to the lobby, I pull out my phone and text Silas.
Me
Thank you for the basket, it will be deeply appreciated after tonight!
Big Guy
I forgot to mention that there was a condition that came with the spa date...
Me
