Rebecca
Two Weeks Later
“Don’t try to take it off,” he growls, catching me adjusting the blindfold. I do as he says and relax in my seat or at least attempt to relax. I’m so excited to see his surprise. I have a feeling I know what it is, and that would be an epic gift. “Come on, Rob. Let me see,” I whine as he pulls to a stop. We’ve been driving for an almost hour for this surprise.
“One more minute. Just relax, babe. I promise it'll be worth it.” He takes his hands and tightens the blindfold before bending down and taking my mouth with his, kissing me roughly. “Stay put,” he orders, hopping out of the SUV and running around to open my door. The sun beats through the blindfold, eliminating any chance of peeking at all. He grabs my hand and helps me down. Then he pulls me into his arms and leans into and grunts by my ear before whispering, “By the way, do you know how sexy you look with a blindfold on, letting me control your movements.” Fuck, he’s turning me into a puddle of goo.
“You know I love when you take control, Rob. Or should I say lose it,” I tease.
He growls and grunts out, “Fuck, I worship you, Rebecca. Are you ready?”
“Yes, this surprise is killing me.”
“No, patience,” he jokes, stepping around me and pressing my back to his chest. “Pull off the blindfold.” I do as he says, lifting it over my eyes and gasping in awe and amazement. I’m staring at a house that I’ve only dreamed about. It’s the one I skimmed over because I thought it was too expensive, and we didn’t need it.
“Well?” he questions. “Do you like it?”
“Like it? I freaking love it,” I scream. This is more amazing than I could have ever imagined. When he missed our lunch appointment for a work meeting a couple of weeks ago, I worried that he had finally gotten fed up with me, but I got a call from his realtor who was double-checking their appointment time. Unless he was buying space for a new company, I knew he was out getting our dream house. He knew how I didn’t want to spend his money, but I can’t deny that I love the house from the first picture online. I know I’m ridiculous because my trust will add to the family money.
“Is it ours?” I ask.
“It will be tomorrow morning,” he states, kissing my neck gently.
“Are you serious?” I squeal.
“Yes. I have to go sign some papers, making it official and shit,” he laughs. “Let’s go inside. There’s a lot more to see.”
We walk up the driveway which is massive and stretches at least a quarter mile to the nearest road. It’s a fancy estate with a huge house. The six wide steps lead to a wrap-around porch. And in the front is a giant swing that’s moving with the wind. I can picture us sitting there with our babies.
He unlocks the door, and we enter a stunning foyer with a giant split staircase in the center of the room. It’s so perfect. “Wow, I’m in love, and we haven’t even stepped two feet inside. I can’t believe you picked the one I said was too much.”
“Cost isn’t a factor in this decision. You want it, you get it. I’d do anything for you. I thought you knew that by now.”
“I do, but I thought maybe you had limits.”
“Not when it comes to making you happy.” He takes my hand and shows me around my spacious palatial home. It has six bedrooms, seven baths and every amenity possible. I rub my belly, thinking how nice it is. “Where’s our bedroom?” I ask the most crucial question of course.
He leads me up the staircase to the right and into the last room. When he opens it, I gasp because it’s about the size of a small house. Seriously, I look at it and wonder what we’re going to do in here. Wicked thoughts flood my mind as I picture the sizeable empty space filled with an oversized King bed and my ass up in the air as I bend over it, letting him take me roughly. I shake those thoughts away temporarily to check out the rest of the house. There’s a wide picture window with a perfect reading seat. I step up to look out and the side yard well-manicured.
“How big is this house?” I ask.
“Six thousand square feet or so.”
My eyes widen. “Wow. How am I ever going to keep this place clean with kid after kid?”
“We can hire a weekly maid service, so you don’t have to do any more than you already are.”
“It’s not like I’m going back to work after the baby is born.” I made that decision after having nothing but a week of swollen ankles. We have more than enough money for me to stay home. Rob told me I could do whatever I please, but I have to say being his wife and soon to be mother is all I want.
“Yes, but raising babies is hard as hell, or so I’m told. Now, it would be nice to find a qualified male to take your place.”
“Yes, sorry no female assistants. It’s not that I don’t trust you; it’s them and their insane crush on you.”
“I know. And I feel the same way. I didn’t let it bother me before you, but after that, I saw it more than just an irritation.”
“Enough about her. We have a house to explore and christen.”