Page 97 of Under the Texas Sky
He turns to face me, standing on his tip toes and wrapping both his arms around my neck as he kisses me. “Then Canada it is.”
EPILOGUE
KIAN
Three years later
Fortunately, the house is warm when I wake up. Unfortunately, the clock on the bedside table says it’s 6:09 in the morning and way too early for me to be up. But my heart is beating hard in my chest, and I know I'm too awake now to try to fall back asleep.
I risk a peep at Trent, and see him tucked tightly into the blanket, his mouth slightly open. His chest rises and falls in a steady motion while I stare at him, making sure he stays asleep while I start part one of my plan.
I’m not the most stealthy, but I’ve had help in planning this day for us. It’s Christmas today, and I want Trent to have the best day ever. He spends every moment he has taking care of everyone around him, especially me and Mitch, and the least I can do is take care of him now.
It’s been a learning experience the past two years since we moved in together officially, but I wouldn’t trade a minute of those times together. I’ve learned to love Trent in the way he needs, not the way I want to love him. Making him breakfast and dinner, setting out clothes for him so he doesn’t have to worry about what he’s going to wear every day, and cleaning the house.
I’m very much a house-boyfriend, and that’s okay with me. I love taking care of him and making sure he’s happy and healthy, and actually eating food that is nutritious. It’s been trial anderror with learning how to cook, but I have it down to a science now. Mostly thanks to easy how-to videos, but I still make the recipes, so I deserve some credit for how hard I work in the kitchen.
I gently roll out of bed, my socked feet hitting the hardwood floor. Padding to the door, I keep my footsteps light, and gently crack open the door. I chance one last glimpse over my shoulder, and watch as Trent rolls toward the warm spot I just vacated. His brown hair sleep tousled.
Leaving the door open, I make my way to the kitchen to work on the first part of his surprise. Down the hallway, I glance at the pictures of us lining with walls, a smile tugging on my lips as I pass them.
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Two hours later, I hear the creak of the bed, so I rush to finish the final touches on the breakfast platter I have set up across the granite counter.
An array of fresh waffles, mini-quiches with ham, thick slices of bacon, homemade donuts, and toppings for his waffles. I don’t normally go all out, but not only is it Christmas, I have a huge surprise waiting for him later.
He comes out of the bedroom, dressed in hisKian’s Biggest Fanshirt that he had made for himself to wear when he comes with me to modeling shoots. It’s been three years of fun seeing people’s reactions when we both show up for a set, because I refuse to go anywhere without him. His pajama pants ride low on his waist, showing off the hint of a V-line that I just traced with my tongue last night.
“Freckles?” he asks, before his eyes focus on me and his smile widens.
“Merry Christmas, Sunshine.” I clap my hands in excitement while he rounds the island to wrap me in his arms. Lifting me off the ground until I squeal and my back pops.
He sets me down, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “What is all this?”
“It’s for you, duh. You never get this much stuff for breakfast, so I decided to let you splurge today,” I tease him, because I try to make his breakfasts healthy, and never sugar and fat filled. But I tried a new recipe for the donuts, so maybe they’ll be added to the rotation. Not very often, though.
The need to make sure he’s eating healthy and balanced meals comes from worrying about Mitch all the time, and making sure we don’t do what he was doing. I’m not sure what causes that, but I’ll take any step needed to make sure that Trent lives a long, healthy life with me. Mitch also enjoys coming over for breakfast before Trent goes to work, so I also have to make sure he’s taking care of himself too. It’s honestly a full time job.
“Is Mitch coming over?”
I shake my head, tucking it into his neck and inhaling his smell. The deep masculine scent of him is stronger with nothing trying to cover it up. AKA the cologne that I accidentally bought him thinking it would smell like him. It doesn’t, it smells like a cheaper version of him.
“Not right now.” I have to bite my lip to keep the secrets inside of me. They want to burst free because I’m horrible at keeping secrets. This is a good one, though, and he’ll be so excited. It’s something we’ve talked about forever, and now it’s about to happen.
“Eat, and then we’ll do presents,” I tell him. “We have plans with Mitch at two.”
“Okay, Freckles.” He lifts me up and rests my ass on the counter. Too close for comfort to the food.
“What are you doing?”
My question is answered with a kiss. Our tongues tangling together in a crescendo of love and lust.
“I love you, Kian.”
My face heats and my smile hurts my cheeks. “I love you so much more.”
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