“I didn’t buy you anything,” he assured me as he turned me to the wall. He held my hands above my head and kissed me like he really did miss me.
“Damn. What was that for?” I panted.
“That was for making me miss you like crazy.”
He took my hand and I followed him upstairs. I didn’t quite know what to say when he opened the bedroom door that had hardly been used, not while I was there anyway. It was the room right beside mine, only my room wasn’t there anymore. The wall had been knocked out, and the massive room had been remodeled into a beautiful master suite. My private bath had been transformed into a beautiful retreat. The new tan stone flowed from the floor into the walk-in shower with six shower heads, a full size bench and a full length mirror.
The king size platform bed was sleek with black and gold satin bedding. I walked over and moved the matching curtains to a full walk out deck with comfortable chairs. It was absolutely gorgeous. I just wasn’t sure what he expected me to say. I had Dawson.
“Open the pocket doors,” he excitedly told me.
I’m sure my face was blank. I was so confused.
What the hell had he done? I opened the pocket doors to the most beautiful nursery that I had ever seen. The crib itself must have cost a fortune. It was custom made to look like a tree house. The branches came out for practical uses. One branch held the changing table to the right of the crib. one branch was full of newborn baby boy’s clothing.
There was another branch that had an automatic baby swing. The last branch came over the top of the crib and held a mobile, which I was sure was also custom made. It held diamonds that sent a sparkle across the walls and ceiling when Drew wound it up. The whole room was decorated like an enchanted forest. The hand painted mural on one of the walls showed a vibrant forest with baby monkeys in a couple of the trees.
“Drew?” I quietly said. What did he want me to say?
“You love it, don’t you?” he smiled.
“I do. I’m just not sure what to say. You do remember that this baby may not be yours. Right?”
“No. I don’t believe that for a second,” he replied, taking me in his arms. “I believe one hundred percent that this is my son,” he said, placing his hand on my stomach.
“And I believe that you are going to wake up and realize that I love you, and I want to wake up to the smell of your peach smelling hair every morning.”
Shit…
Drew led me back to what he believed would be our master bedroom and made slow passionate love to me.
It was just what I needed. I needed the distraction.
Something bad was going to happen. I could feel it. I had to hurt someone, and for the love of God, I didn’t know who that someone was going to be.
We lay naked, entwined in each other’s arms in the middle of the day. Drew told me about the construction going on for the past couple of months. He explained the hours that he spent picking out the bed and décor for the baby’s room. I thought it was the sweetest thing ever.
“Have you thought about what we’re going to call this little guy?” Drew asked.
“Not really. Dawson likes Brady.” Damnit. I didn’t want to say that. It just fell out of my mouth.
“Brady is a sissy name, and he doesn’t have a say in what my son’s name is going to be.” He said it with a little bit of attitude.
“Did you have something in mind?” I asked, trying to smooth over my idiotic statement.
“I kind of like Nicholas. Nicholas Andrew Kelley,” he replied.
“I like it, but why Nicholas?”
“I know I’m supposed to tell you some off the wall story about Nicholas being my hero or some shit, but I don’t have one. I just like the name.”
I smiled and rolled over to my side so that I could kiss him.
“Tell me that you love me,” he said to my lips.
“I do love you, Drew,” I said to his.
“Then come home. I’m begging you.”
I wanted to tell him yes that I would, but I just couldn’t do it. I had Dawson who was under the assumption that I was visiting my mother on the other side of the United States. Maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea after all. All it did was confuse me even more.
“I’m working on it, but I can’t just say yes right this second,” I replied with the best answer that I could come up with.
“You’re waiting to see who the father is, aren’t you?”
Was that what I was doing?
“You don’t have to answer that. I know you have a lot going on, and I want you to know that I am not pressuring you. I want you to do what you want, and what you think is best for you, but you remember one thing. I want you more than I have ever wanted anything in my life.
I want to spend the rest of my life making up for our first six years together.”
“They weren’t all bad,” I replied.