Page 92 of Eternally Yours
My baby is currently still asleep, but her alarm is set to go off in thirty minutes. I woke up an hour ago to retrieve her gift from Clay’s house and make her breakfast. Now that everything is ready, it’s time to wake up my wife.
I climb onto the bed over her sleeping form, brushing a couple of stray hairs out of the way. I begin to shower her angelic face with kisses, calling her little pet name in between each.
“Minnie.” Kiss. “Minnie.” Kiss. “Minnie” Kiss. After delivering ten or so, she finally groans and turns over to her stomach, hiding under the cover.
“Ugh! You’re so annoying! Let me sleep. You already kept me up all night, you’ve had enough, Big Guy. Now go away,” she mumbles from beneath the covers.
“But I love you!” I pout in the most pathetic puppy dog way, jutting my bottom lip out.
She’s quiet for a moment, then asks without removing the cover, “Are you making sad puppy eyes at me?”
“Yes.”
“You’re unbelievable. What do you want?” She kicks her legs, hitting me in the butt.
“I want you to wake up and get out of bed because it’s your birthday, and I have a surprise for you downstairs,” I say into what I think is her ear.
“SURPRISE!?” She jumps to all fours, knocking me in the nose with the back of her head.
“OW!”With one hand, I grab onto my throbbing nose.
Taking advantage of my semi-balanced position, she pushes me to the side, making me fall to my back onto the mattress. Then she throws the cover over me as she scurries out of bed and to the walk-in.
Pulling on a little satin pajama set at lightning speed, she rushes back into the room and jumps on the bed. “Come on! What are you doing? Get up! I want my surprise.” She removes the blanket and grabs my hand, attempting to pull me up.
I chuckle at her enthusiasm. My girl loves her surprises.I think she’ll love this one even more.I finally help her out and lift myself up and off the bed. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” I tell her, laughing.
Minnie turns for the door and makes it a couple of steps before I grab her by the waist and drop her over my shoulder. She squeals in surprise but lets me manhandle her as she giggles.
Milo, wanting to be a part of the commotion, sprints up the stairs and jumpsaround us, barking like a maniac. I take us downstairs and out the front door, stopping in front of the three garage doors.
From the moment we moved here, we’ve only ever used two of the three doors since we only have two vehicles. Technically both are mine, but Cecilia has been using my Range Rover for work until she gets her own car.
I don’t mind her using my SUV, but I know she would really like to have her own. So I thought her birthday would be a good time to get her something she’s always wanted.
I set my wife down on the ground in front of me while she looks around, confused. “Silas? What are we doing out here?”
I turn her back to my chest and drape my arm over her collarbone. “You’ll see.” I grab the remote from my sweatpants pocket and press the button that’s never been touched.
The third garage door begins to lift, and soon her first surprise of the day comes into view. A beautiful shiny black Lamborghini Urus with a huge red bow over the hood. The SUV winks back at us as I unlock the doors with the car key, waiting to be introduced to its new owner.
Cecilia gasps when she sees it, and her hands come up to grab onto my forearm, digging her nails into my flesh as excitement vibrates through her body. “Silas! Is that what I think it is?”
“It’s your dream car. Happy birthday, baby.” I kiss the top of her head.
“AHHH!” She screams and turns around to jump in my arms, climbing me like a tree. I barely have time to register her reaction and hold onto her so that we don’t end up falling to our asses.
She grabs my head between her hands and kisses my face clean. “OH MY GOD! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
Jumping out of my arms, she pushes me away and sprints over to the beautiful SUV calling her name. Standing in front of the car, she jumps in place, clapping her hands. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this excited.
“Can I open it?” she says, not taking her eyes off her new baby.
“Of course, baby. It’s yours.”
She runs to the driver’s side and wraps her dainty fingers around the handle but stops short. Indecision swirls in her eyes as if she’s afraid this may be a dream and she’ll wake up any second. She peers in my direction with a twinkle in her hazels.
I smile and with my hand, motion for her to do it. I see her chest rise and fall, her mouth forming an ‘O’ as she exhales, then pulls the lever. I hear her squeal from the entrance of the garage when she climbs into the front seat and looks around.
