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“Vomit?” I chuckle. “It’s okay to talk about bodily functions. We’re married.”
“Aiden, I’m sorry—I have to go!” She abruptly hangs up, and I grimace.
There’s nothing worse than a stomach bug, so I feel for her. I’ll check in on her later and make sure Sloane is keeping an eye on her.
These are the times that being apart is hard.
It’s almost certainly nothing serious. We all get viruses or stomach bugs or colds—but it would be nice to hold her hair while she pukes or something. To show her I’m good through both good times and bad.
Impulsively, I decide to send her flowers.
They won’t do much for an upset stomach, but they might make her smile for a minute or two.
Then I’m going to pick up those Christian Louboutin shoes so I can give them to her when I get back. I could order them and have them shipped, but it’s more personal to have them in my hand when I walk in the door.
At least, that’s my hope.
I’m crazy about my new wife, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make the good times as wonderful as possible. My mental health issues aren’t going anywhere, so when those inevitable dark times come, I want to make sure she has something positive to hang on to.
Chapter 27
Hana
We closeon the house the morning after Aiden gets back from his trip and it’s the most exciting thing I’ve ever done. Seeing my name on the deed of something so beautiful and expensive is mind-boggling to me, but Aiden insisted on it, and it makes me a little giddy.
“It’s ours!” he says as we pull up after we officially close.
“I can’t believe it!” I admit, practically jumping out of the car.
“Here you go.” He hands me a key. “Why don’t you open the door for the first time, but don’t go inside.”
“Why not?”
“Because I have a plan!” he says. “And a present.”
“A present?” I frown. “But I didn’t get you anything!”
“It’s fine. Go unlock the door and wait for me.”
I squint at him but then do as I’m told since I love surprises and I’m excited anyway. I unlock the door and stare into the massive foyer, still a little shocked that all of this is ours.Half-mine. I didn’t do anything to earn this but my wonderful husband seems to think we should share everything.
“Close your eyes,” Aiden calls out.
I do as he asks and wait. I feel him brush past me and frown, wondering why he walked in without me, but then a moment later I feel his arm under my knees and my body goes airborne as he sweeps me up.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes flying open.
“Carrying you over the threshold.”
I’m a goner.
I am absolutely head-over-heels for this guy.
“You’re a romantic, Aiden!”
“Not usually, but I’m trying! Welcome home, baby.”
I wind my arms around his neck and grin. “I love it.”
