The honeymoon ended too soon. The trip was amazing but he was anxious to show his wife her wedding present. They both slept most of the red eye flight home, since they didn’t sleep much in Paris. When they arrived back in Seattle, early in the morning, they didn’t even have to deal with Jet Lag.
The company jet was comfortable enough it was like not even flying. Amy was happy in her marriage and she couldn’t get enough of her husband. She was thrilled to follow him just about anywhere. She couldn’t get enough of his hands on her body. She became tense with anticipation at just the thought of his magical fingers stroking her.
He took her out for a wonderful breakfast at a little family diner, serving a fluffy omelet. She consumed her entire meal and was barely full. She was seriously worried she was going to gain a hundred pounds if she wasn’t careful. “I can’t believe how much food I’m eating. You’d better stop me before I’m as big as a whale,” she worriedly said to Lucas. He laughed aloud.
“Remember, Amy you’re eating for two, and I can tell you now if you’re carrying my child, he’ll be very demanding, even from the womb.”
Oh well, she figured, he wasn’t with her for her body, anyway. He’d married her because she carried his child. That thought put a little bit of unease back into her good mood. Amy decided to brush it off and not think about it. She was enjoying her time with Lucas way too much to let anything affect her.
“I have a wedding gift for you. I hope you like it because it would be difficult to return,” Lucas said to Amy. She had no idea what else he could possibly give her.
She wished he could realize the only thing she wanted from him was his love. She didn’t care about his money or his power. She didn’t care about the trips to Paris or the massive diamond now resting on her finger. She just wanted him to love her as much as she loved him.
She felt badly, too, because she hadn’t gotten him anything. “I didn’t know we were supposed to get gifts for each other. I have nothing for you.”
“Let me show you what it is,” he told her as he helped her into his car. They drove toward his parents’ house and she figured it was at their place, although she didn’t understand why, when they had two apartments in the city.
He turned and drove down a long driveway and she was even more confused. Where were they going? They continued down the endless driveway with beautiful trees shading it the entire way. He stopped the car in front of a colonial style house that was larger than any person needed it to be.
He stepped out of the car and came around her side, opening the door. She stepped out and looked at him quizzically. They walked up the steps and he opened the door, then suddenly lifted her into his arms and carried her across the threshold.
“Welcome home,” he told her before placing his lips on hers. Amy was speechless. He’d gotten them a new home. Had he had it all along and just stayed at the apartments to be closer to work? Had he lived there before with other women?
She had so many questions, but was too afraid of the answers to say them out loud. “This is really our house? We have a real house!” she finally exclaimed and let her excitement take over.
She’d always dreamed of having a real home, with a real family in it, but had never thought it would happen for her. She knew she’d have a child, but to have a husband, too, seemed so unreal. She could barely breathe and was afraid to blink, in fear it may all disappear.
Lucas set her down and she rushed from room to room. The place was huge. There were some furnishings, but not a lot. The kitchen had every appliance known to man and she couldn’t wait to use them all.
A huge staircase circled around, allowing two ways to get up or down. It had the kind of railing you saw royalty descending from in all the romantic movies. She trailed her hand along the railing while she ran up the stairs. Several rooms were absolutely breathtaking.
She was surprised at the lack of furniture. Maybe it was to be delivered later. She walked into one room and gasped. There was nothing in it but a beautiful old fashioned crib with laced bedding.
She walked slowly up to the crib and ran her hand along it, picturing her child sleeping under the delicate quilt. Suddenly, Lucas was behind her, wrapping her in his arms. “This was the same crib I slept in as a baby. I know most mothers want to design their own nursery, but it would mean a lot to me, and my parents, if we used this crib for our child,” he whispered in her ear.
“My mother made this quilt, herself. She spent months on it while she was pregnant with me. She made one for each of her children and then saved them for her future grandchildren,” he continued.