Page 18 of My One
As the limo drove us to the airport, I couldn’t stop the smile spreading across my face. “You look like the Cheshire Cat,” Nicole stated next to me.
I shrugged, and my grin widened. “Just excited.”
“Because I’m about to find out where we’re going?”
“Something like that.”
“What do you mean ‘something like that’?”
The limo pulled up to the departure terminal. “You’ll see.” I kissed my wife’s cheek and opened the door, not waiting for the driver. The longer Nic and I sat waiting, the more she’d grill me. Her relentlessness was one of the things I loved about her, but I needed to keep this surprise.
The driver pulled our luggage out of the trunk, and I tipped him before grabbing Nicole’s hand. I wheeled our luggage behind us as we walked inside, and spotted our ticket counter and led Nic over to wait in line to check our bags. She looked up at the departure board, and I knew she was trying to determine where we were going.
“The next flight goes to Orlando. Is that where we’re going?” she asked.
“Yep,” I replied matter-of-factly.
“We’re going on our honeymoon to Orlando?”
The agent called for the next in line, and instead of answering Nicole, I stepped forward and handed the ticket agent my I.D. Nicole slid hers forward as well. “Your final destination?” the agent inquired.
“Orlando,” I answered.
I felt Nicole staring at me as though she couldn’t believe that we were going to sunny Florida for our honeymoon. What was wrong with sun, sand, and the ocean in December? Nothing. Though, Florida wasn’t going to be our final destination.
A part of me felt bad for not telling my wife where we were going. The other part knew that it would be worth it.
The plane touched down in Orlando a little after seven that night. Nicole ignored me and watched a few movies while we were in the air. She could pretend to be mad all she wanted, but when she found out why I was being secretive, she’d understand.
“Are we seriously spending a week here?” she asked as we made our way to baggage claim.
“Don’t you like Disney World?” I teased.
She stopped walking. “Are you serious?”
Instead of answering her question, I asked one of my own over my shoulder as I continued walking, “I thought every girl loved Disney?”
Nic started to walk again. “Avery Scott! I love Disney, but not for my honeymoon. You said I wouldn’t need that many clothes, and now you’re talking about a week at an amusement park?”
I stopped, letting her catch up with me before I wrapped my arm around her shoulder before we started to walk again. “You’re so easy to rile up. I’m gonna love being married to you, baby.”
The next morning, the ruse was still in full force. We didn’t need to check in to our next stop until the afternoon, so once again, I woke my wife up with my body.
“You know, if you keep waking me up like this, I’m going to expect it every morning,” she sighed blissfully.
“And that’s a problem? I mean, I would love to wake up every morning with sex.”What man wouldn’t—especially with my hot wife like mine?
She smirked and looked up at me with her azure eyes. “Nope.”
We kissed for a few moments, savoring each other in fucking wedded bliss. We were definitely in the honeymoon phase, and I wasn’t complaining.
“What time does the park open?” Nic asked after we came up for breath.
I grinned. “Does it matter?”
Nicole’s eyes narrowed. “I guess not. We have a whole week.”
“That we do. Let’s shower and then get some breakfast.”
