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Tomorrow. I’ll do it tomorrow. There is enough to do today.

“Where is she?”

“In her room, sir.”

Figured as much. I head that way and don’t knock before entering. I find her lounging on the bed on her stomach, feet kicking in the air, reading a book.

She looks up when she hears me enter, and the smile that crosses her face is breathtaking.

“Hi, angel.”

“Hi,” she breathes back, flipping the book over to keep her page. She rolls onto her back when I reach her, so I lean down to kiss her soft lips.

“I have a surprise for you.”

She raises a brow. I offer her my hand. When she takes it, I lead her out of her room and down the hall.

“I know you haven’t made a fuss about it, and I appreciate that, but I think it’s time.”

“Time for…”

I look at her and smile when I see the question floating in her eyes. When we pass my office, she stares at it as if I’m going the wrong way. We keep going around the curve of the hallway, toward the back of the house.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

When we reach the end of the hallway, we’re in front of two double doors. The double doors that lead to my bedroom.

“I don’t understand,” she says, looking around. “Where are we?”

“It’s been a month and a day since we decided to take this marriage seriously, and things have been going great, so I figured it was time to take the next step.”

“A month?” she questions. “Since dinner? Since the first time we—”

“Yes, angel. A month.”

Her brow furrows, but she shakes it away and asks, “What’s the surprise?” She’s smiling at me like a small child ready to get a toy. Something happened just now, but I don’t know what. I brush it off, hoping the surprise will help her mood.

I push the doors open and step inside.

She looks inside, turning her head left and right before joining me in the room. It takes her a moment but understanding settles over her face.

“Your bedroom…”

“Our bedroom.”

She looks up at me, her eyes watering. “Really?”

I step to her, placing my hands on either side of her face. “I want you with me always, angel. Always. I should have done this sooner, but I thought it would be okay with us both having space. But I don’t want that anymore. I want you here with me, all the time.”

She looks around again. “It’s so…”

“Boring? Dark?”

“Calming.”

I look around at my room. The dark wood floor matches the molding and the furniture. The walls are a deep blue that matches the bed sheets and curtains. It’s dark for a reason. It’s less distracting. You see too much in the light.