Page 33 of My One

“Yeah?”

“Well, not yet. She’s still on meds, but I think it will happen eventually.”

“I think so too.”

After everything the four of us had been through, together and separately, I knew that things happened for a reason, and all the pieces would fall into place.

“Pack your bags, baby. We’re going out of town for the weekend,” Avery boomed as he came into the house.

I turned from my place on the sofa. “We’re what?”

“I booked us a hotel for the weekend. Just you, me, and no clothes.”

“We’re going on a mini vacay?” I beamed.

“Yep.” He moved into our bedroom. “Thought we needed to get away.”

I followed after him. “Where are we going?”

Avery peeked his head out of the closet and smirked at me. “Now you should know me better than to ask me that.”

“Another surprise?”

“Just pack a bag for the weekend.”

“Will I need the red dress?”

“No.”

“Will I need a bikini?”

“Probably.”

“Will I need—”

“Nic, pack a fucking bag. If you don’t pack something you’ll need, we’ll buy it there.”

I smiled. “So, there will be shopping?”

Avery blew out a breath as he tossed a bag and clothing onto the bed. He glared at me.

I held up my hands. “Okay, I’ll pack a bag.”

I should have known not to question my husband. He’d planned our honeymoon perfectly, and he’d planned the night out on the town flawlessly. I had no doubt that our weekend in Montauk would be impeccable too.

Avery checked us into a small hotel on the beach. The room had a rustic beach feel with teal walls, a driftwood headboard for the king-size bed, and a balcony.

“You know what balconies are good for?” I asked as I looked around the room.

He stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I do.”

“Is that going to be a requirement for all future hotel rooms?”

“Probably.”

“But this time, people walking on the beach can see us.”

“Is that a problem?”