Page 97 of Eternally Yours
“All right, we’ll get going, but I hope the rest of your day goes well, and I can’t wait for you to get home. I have more surprises waiting for you. I love you, baby.” Silas delivers a possessive kiss to my lips, then beams down at me before releasing my sides and walking away with four giant letters.
“I love you too!” I shout back as he enters the elevator and winks.
The rest of the day passes in a blur, with my mind completely excited and focused on getting home to my man. After work, I drive Emma back to her condo in my new baby, to which she makes it very clear how jealous she is. Even if that makes no sense since she’s rich and could just buy her own. Then I head in the direction of my house—where my husband awaits me.
When I finally make it to the driveway, Silas stands outside, stopping me from parking in the garage. I put the car in park, turn off the engine, and climb out. It’s then I notice all the blinds are pulled down in the house, giving us no view of the inside.
“What are we doing outside? And why are all the curtains closed?”
“You’ll see later, first we’re going to have dinner.” He takes my hand and tugs. “Come.”
I follow him around the side of the house, where he unlatches the tall gate that gives us access to our backyard. After taking a few more steps, the rest of the yard finally comes into view.
In the distance, I see that the wooden round gazebo Silas had built for me forwhen I come out to read is now lit with fairy lights, and a blanket has been set on the floor. A big wicker picnic basket rests above with pillows placed all around.
Oh, my heart.
This is what I love about Silas. He has all the money that people dream of, he could easily just buy me expensive jewelry or whisk me away to any place in the world. Yet all his gifts are always so thoughtful, even when they cost pennies.
Money has never been an important factor in my life, and even though I’m really happy about my car and the house we now have, I’m glad Silas understands it’s not a necessity for me. That I would rather experience these small little moments instead of big luxurious ones.
“Wait, where’s Milo?” I look around the yard, then to the backdoor, and notice those blinds have been closed, too.What is he hiding?
“He’s with Clay and Morgan for the evening. We’ll go pick him up later,” he says, kissing my temple.
We sit down over the blanket, and Silas proceeds to open the basket and take out a bottle of wine and wine glasses. Pouring us each a glass, he then withdraws platters of delicious food.
We spend almost three hours outside, enjoying the moment. Talking about my work and the projects I have coming up in the next few weeks, things we plan to add to the backyard—like a fire pit and seating. As well as other things that we’d like to do before summer is over and he starts training camp once more.
When we’re done and ready to head in, Silas packs up the picnic basket and takes my hand, walking us to the patio door. But before entering, he deposits the basket on the deck and picks me up bridal style.
“Woah! What’s this for?” I ask with a giggle.
“Just want to bring my beautiful wife inside the way she deserves.” He brings his lips to mine and my heart melts even more. At this point, my heart never makes it back to a solid organ, because the moment he pulls the door open and pushes the curtain aside, it ceases to exist entirely.
Thousands of white candles decorate the floor, along shelves, on countertops, even the stairs are covered in them. Everywhere I turn, there are candles glowing in the dark, only a small walkway into the living room with an empty circle in the middle is without. Soft music plays on the sound system while he walks me to the deserted patch.
“Silas... how did you do all of this? How long have they been burning? We’ve been out there for hours!” I look up to him in awe, so many thoughts running through my mind.
“Don’t worry, baby. They’re all fake flames. I wouldn’t risk burning down our house. I did it all this morning, took me longer than I thought,” he says with a chuckle as he sets me down on the ground.
“Baby, you really didn’t have to do all of this for me. You know the only thing I wanted for my birthday and every other day of my life is you.” I wrap my arms around his neck while he lowers his head, resting forehead to forehead.
Ever since Silas and I started dating, I’ve taken the habit of wearing really tall heels to help with our height difference. I love wrapping my arms around my man like this, but without my heels, it’s nearly impossible.
He circles my waist, pulling me close as we sway to the low music. In this instant, our wedding day comes to mind, mainly our wedding vows. Him promising to hold me forever, and me vowing to always fall more and more in love with him.
He has no idea how easy he makes it for me to keep my promise, because there’s no way I could stop this feeling from growing, from eating me whole. I no longer live for myself. I no longer breathe for me. Everything I do, everything I feel, is all for Silas. My heart no longer beats on its own but rather drums to the rhythm of his.
I have no idea how I got so lucky, what I did right in my life to deserve a man like this. A man so thoughtful and caring, so loving and devoted. Men like Silas don’t exist, they’re what we read about in books, what we wish we could have in a real partner. They’re made from a woman’s deepest fantasies and desires.
And yet, here he is, making every one of my days more wonderful than the last. There are no words in the dictionary to describe what this man makes me feel, love simply doesn’t hold a big enough meaning anymore. It’s so much more.
It’s the most beautiful thing in the world, and yet the most dangerous.
“It’s you and me forever, right, Silas?”
“Forever you and me.”
