Page 19 of My One
God, I was good at keeping a secret. I even surprised myself as I skated around her questions. I never once actually said we were going to see Mickey, and she totally thought we were, but I knew my wife better than that.
I had the perfect honeymoon planned.
Apart of me questioned if I’d married the right man. Did Avery not know me at all? My idea for a honeymoon wasn’t standing in lines, kids crying for no reason, and my feet hurting every night. I wanted the sun, the sand, and a cold drink in my hand.
But then, after breakfast and another round in the sheets, Avery confused me even more.
“Pack your bag, baby. It’s time to leave.”
“Time to leave?”I’d furrowed my brow as I looked over at him.
He’d walked to me and cupped my cheeks. His lips brushed mine, and I sighed contentedly.“While I think going to Disney would be fun, I’d rather see you in a bikini for a week.”
I’d sucked in a breath. I was instantly hopeful that we were going to spend our time in the sand and water.“We’re going to the beach?”
Avery kissed me again.“Just go with it, Nic. You’ll know soon enough.”
I didn’t question him further. Instead, I packed my bag like he’d instructed. Avery used his phone to call for an Uber, and then we checked out of the hotel that I didn’t think was anywhere near Disney World—we were still near the airport, and I didn’t see kids running around with Mickey ears or anything.
The driver drove for at least an hour, and the entire time I wanted to ask Avery where we were going. The suspense and curiosity of not knowing were killing me. I was a planner, and going with the flow was hard, but I kept my mouth shut because he obviously wanted to surprise me. No matter what he chose, I knew I’d love it because my husband was the most romantic man I’d ever known. He brought me flowers just because, cooked me dinner when I had a long day, drew me hot baths, and he even cleaned the house sometimes. Those things were romantic. Of course, there were also the massages, or the multiple candles lit in the bedroom—thatalwaysled to sex.
When a ship came into view, I knew exactly what we were doing. My eyes lit up, and I turned to my husband. “We’re going on a cruise?”
He smirked. “We are.”
“To where?”
“You don’t want each port to be a surprise?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m over this surprise shit. Just tell me where we’re going.” A planner could only be patient for so long.
“Not even aplease?” he teased.
I grabbed Avery by his T-shirt and pulled his chest toward me. I planted a kiss on his lips with a smack. “Please?”
The car pulled to a stop, and Avery pulled back. “I’ll tell you as we walk through customs.”
We hurried out of the car, grabbed our bags and walked toward the giant ship. “Well?” I asked impatiently. I was dying.
He dug a piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it. “Tomorrow we’ll spend the day at a private island in the Bahamas. Then a day at sea followed by a day in Jamaica, a day in the Grand Caymans, and a day in Cozumel, Mexico. We’ll have another day at sea as we make our way back here.”
“The Bahamas, Jamaica, and the Grand Caymans? You really do know me!” I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him as we stopped walking, letting people continue toward customs so they could board.
“Of course, I do, baby. You’re my wife after all.”
“Say that again.”
He crooked a brow. “What? Wife?”
I bit my lip. “Yeah.”
“Come on, Mrs. Scott. We have a boat to catch.” His lips pressed against mine again.
We pulled apart, and I grinned. “I like that better.”
Avery chuckled and laced our fingers together. “I knew you would.”
We left our bags when we checked in for the cruise. A staffer would deliver the luggage to each cabin. Once we were on the ship, a steward escorted us to our room. I thought for sure we’d go down to a port room where the hallways were tiny and the rooms just the same, but we were taken to an area near the spa. My husband definitely knew me.
