Chapter 125
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Hmm, weird, never took him as the type to buy me a book…but okay, I turn the page. For Ver
“Wait…what?” Oh, it’s one of those name books, how cool. I turn another page.
I want to hear your heartbeat from the inside.
I want to show you mine
“Oh.” I think for a moment. “Wait, I’ve heard that before?” I turn the page.
You loved me at my worst.
Now let me love you at my best.
I’m so confused, what is this book? I turn another page and there’s a picture of an ultrasound on the page printed into the book. Huh?
I concentrate to see that it’s of a baby in the womb, oh wait…there are two babies.
I read the text on the other page.
The Lord knew that I would miss him so
much that one baby couldn’t fill the hole that he left
So he gave me two.
My eyes rise to meet his. “Did you make this book?” He nods.
Oh…
His silhouette blurs.
It’s not possible to miss someone this much.
It was…because I did
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box?”
“Yes.”
notes when I thought I would never see him again. “You found my
“You read my letters?”
“Every last one.”
erew up my face in tears. “You made them into a…book?” My voice cracks with emotion, and I turn the page, I can hardly see the words.
From the moment I met her, I knew she
was the one.
My heart ached for what I couldn’t have.
So I loved her from afar
Oh…
He leans in and kisses me, his lips lingering over mine. “I love you,
Vee,” he whispers. “I have always loved you.”
“I love you.” I smile against his lips. “Oh…man. You’re good.”
He chuckles. “How am I doing? Is this A game enough?”
“This is breaking the scoreboard.”
He laughs and holds up a finger. “Ahh…but there’s more.” “More?” I smile as I wipe my tears.
He texts something on his phone. “Unfortunately, I can’t fit this part of our date into the magic picnic basket.”
The back door of my house opens and a trail of people in white chefs‘ uniforms walk out carrying things.
Oh crap…was my house clean?
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“What in the world?”
Two men put down a small round table and two chairs on the jetty, another man sets it with a white tablecloth and lights a candelabra in the center.
Then a stream of people carry out plates of food.
“What is this?” I gasp.
Well…
Vell…” He shrugs. “I couldn’t take you to your favorite Italian restaurant in New York…so I ordered in.”
“This is Becco?” My eyes widen. “You flew in Becco?”
His eyes glow with tenderness. “I wanted you to have your favorite food.”
I choke up again. “Honestly, you could feed me stale bread tonight and it would be fabulous.”
I see a trace of a smile cross the waiter’s face as he puts the meal down in front of me. “Your entrée, he says, he takes the champagne and refills our glasses.
“Thank you.” I smile.
“You may leave us,” Gabriel says softly.
The waiter nods and disappears back into my house.
Gabriel listens to the song that is now playing. “Ah, yes, track seven,” he says. “We are right on
schedule, Vee.” The Ed Sheeran song, “I See Fire“.
I imagine Gabriel picking the songs and making an agenda to go with it, and I smile as I listen. “This date is actually stupid.”
“I was hoping for a bit better than stupid.” He throws his head back and laughs out loud, and it’s deep and velvety, it makes my stomach dance with butterflies.
“How did you even think of all this?” “It’s you.” He sips his champagne.
“Me?”
“You magnify everything.”
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“What do you mean?” I frown
“The way you make me feel, the good, the bad and the…” He shrugs, “You make me want to be better than I am. More romantic than I am? He
tips his head as if searching for the right wording, “Just more.” I smile softly over at him…oh, how t
love this man.
It’s like every dream I had for the two of us has come to fruition. He’s not the monster he is to the
rld, there’s this deep, loving soul inside of him. I never imagined it all those years before, he felt it
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I feel validated, I feel heard and seen…cherished, Loved,
My eyes well with tears, overcome with emotion.
“Eat your dinner, crybaby.” He smirks as he reaches over and begins to cut up my food. “We are three songs behind schedule.”
I giggle as I wipe my eyes. “Sorry, boss.”
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