Page 61 of Love Delayed
“I can say that I am more than pleasantly surprised. I mean even the curb appeal is nicer than I expected and although this would have never been something I’d want to look at, I say I agree. This offers us the most and meets both of our wish list.”
I smiled so hard my cheeks would surely ache if I smiled too long. “So, is this it for you, because it is it for me.”
“Let’s take one more good look around and then we can talk to Jaxson,” he said, and we explored the basement again and then the main floor. He made my day when he said. “Let’s do it.”
“Seriously,” I squealed.
“If you love this house, baby this is the house I want you to have,” he said and then kissed me. I pulled him closer to me and kissed him deeper and I didn’t want to let him go. We broke our kiss and I held on to me and he held me even tighter. I got so emotional, tears just sprang from my eyes, and I sniffled. “Baby why are you crying?” he said resting his face on top of my head.
“I’m just so happy, I mean I’m happier than I’ve ever been in forever and marrying you and making you happy is all I want to do for the rest of my life. I’ve always been yours and I am unbelievably grateful for us getting back to us and I’m thankful for your love and I’m just so happy Marcus,” I cried.
“Shhhh, baby, me too. We are going to make so many memories in this house, including have babies, and have all our happy endings in this house.”
I smiled and laughed lightly. “Do you promise.”
“I do, now let’s go find Jaxson and put an offer in on our house,” he said and kissed the top of my head again. I didn’t want to leave his arms, but I wanted to stake a claim on that house. I held him close for a few more moments and we found Jaxson to put in an offer on our new home.
Epilogue
Zamora
Marcus and I tied the knot the following May, and our wedding was beautiful. We didn’t plan anything huge. We decided to have the ceremony and reception at Royalty, where we had met many years ago, and everything turned out lovelier than I expected. We had so much fun celebrating our union with family and friends that we were too exhausted to consummate our marriage that night.
The next morning, we had an early flight, so we only got a couple of hours of sleep before heading to the airport. Marcus had booked us two nights in Las Vegas as a gag gift. I didn’t find out until after we were already in Sin City that we would be going to Cabo for seven nights once we left there. He’s lucky because I was about to have our marriage annulled if he thought Las Vegas was the perfect honeymoon destination.
We arrived for our flight on time, and our flight departed on time. We even landed early. Once we did, we went straight to the hotel for some lovemaking and food. We hung out, took in a couple of shows, hit up a few casinos, and ate plenty of good food. Those two days in Vegas zoomed by. Before I knew it, we were in an Uber headed back to the airport. While sitting at the boarding gate in the airport, I continuously checked the app on my phone, nervous that the flight would be delayed and cause us to lose time being in Cabo.
“Come on now, baby. No way will this happen to us again,” Marcus said, trying to ease my anxiety. “It’s just impossible.”
“If you believe it’s impossible, why did you get us here four hours before the flight, Marcus? The board doesn’t even have our flight on it yet,” I said and chuckled.
“Listen, I didn’t want to take any chances,” he replied, smiling.
“Marcus, baby, getting here this early won’t stop the plane from being delayed,” I said as he eyed his phone.
“It won’t, but we would’ve had to check out of the hotel by noon anyway. So, it only makes sense to hang out here until our flight leaves instead of trying to rush to get here and possibly missing it. Wouldn’t you agree?” he said.
I could only laugh at Marcus’s weak attempt to make a point.
“I guess, but I want a drink and don’t plan to sit here for the entire four-hour wait,” I said, standing. “Are you going to join me?”
After tapping a few buttons on his phone, he stood, and we walked hand-in-hand down a few gates to a pub. We chose a high-top table and took a seat. Our server came over with water and took our order. After the server returned with our drinks, we chatted about the wedding and shared photos our family members sent us via text or tagged us on social media. We sat there for about an hour and were on our second round after sharing some wings and fries. While we were eating, I had to make him promise that he would quit checking his phone every five seconds for flight delays. He agreed but must not have trusted himself because he got up and came around the table to sit in the chair next to me. I slid my chair closer to his. Like always, we exchanged tender kisses while talking naughty and doting on each other.
We ordered another round and agreed to return to the gate after that. As we walked back, I couldn’t resist checking the app and was glad to see the flight was still on time.
“No fucking way,” I heard Marcus say.
“No way what, babe?” I asked, looking up from my phone at him.
“It can’t be,” he said.
I looked in the direction he was staring, but all I saw was a woman cradling a fussing baby. Then I watched as he slowly approached this woman in the airport. But why? Who was she?
Marcus
“Eli?” I said.
She turned to face me at the sound of my voice, and a look of shock covered her face.