Page 105 of My Sweetest Obsession
“She’ll be fine, Ivy.”
She sighs and stops digging in the bag. “You’re not going to tell me why we’re here?”
I shake my head, that tension moving from my spine into my shoulders the closer we draw to the reason I’ve brought her to the museum today. “It’s a surprise.”
Ivy scowls. “Yeah, yeah…”
“I know you don’t like surprises.”
But I wasn’t about to tell her about this one.
I couldn’t.
This is something that has to be seen and it needed to be perfect before I showed Ivy.
“Come on.”
I lead her through the museum and toward the contemporary and modern art wing. She raises a brow as we pass into it because typically when we’re here, we head straight for Prometheus. But before she can ask anything, the familiar click of heels sounds on the floors and Roxy approaches us from one of the side galleries that has a sign marking it closed.
A bright smile spreads across her face, her eyes lighting up. “There you are.”
Roxy rushes over and pulls Ivy into a tight hug she returns, and I grin, as Roxy whispers something conspiratorially into her ear. Whatever it is makes Ivy laugh and shake her head.
The fact that those two have grown so close over the past several months makes me happier than words can express. Roxy has become almost like another member of the family—though, Ivy might be annoyed that she was in on all this and kept it from her again.
Roxy approaches me and pushes up onto her toes in her heels to peek at the baby. “I see my favorite girl is taking a nap.”
I nod. “She’s been out for a while.”
“Well, that’s lucky for you because otherwise, you know I’d be stealing her for a while.”
Grinning, I lean in and place a kiss on Roxy’s cheek. “I’ll hand her over as soon as she wakes up, I promise.”
Roxy winks. “I’ll hold you to that.” Somebody calls her name across the gallery, and she waves. “Sorry, guys. I have to go, but find me after, okay?”
“We will.”
Ivy raises a brow. “After what?”
That same anxiety tightens my gut. “You’ll see.”
Her brow furrows, and her lips twist slightly. “Why does that sound so ominous?”
Chuckling, I shake my head. “I promise, it isn’t.”
At least, I hope not, because honestly, this could go one of two ways and I have no idea which one it will.
Months and months of planning have all lead to this moment, and keeping anything from Ivy has been weighing on me—even if it was for a very good reason.
I hope she sees it that way…
Ivy allows me to lead her toward the gallery marked closed, but before we reach it, I pause and wait for her to do the same.
“Please try to understand…”
She raises a brow at me in question. “Understand what?”
“Why I had to do this.”
