Once we were in the room, I pulled him to me. Our mouths collided, and we both moaned.
“God, I love you so much.”
Smiling against his lips, I replied, “I love you more.”
“Impossible.”
Taking my hand in his, he led me over to the large table, where a set of plans was laid out.
“When did you do this?” I asked.
“I have my ways.”
Lifting a brow, I was beginning to think Blake had more pull at this hotel than he was letting on. Dresses being delivered, plans being laid out on the dining room table . . . I was going to have to press him for more, but right now I was too curious about the plans.
The title across the top read, “Morgan and Blake Greene.”
“This is the first draft of the house I’m designing for us.”
My hand went up to my mouth as I squealed in excitement. “Blake! Let me see!”
He lifted the first page, and I gasped. Drawn out on the paper was a beautiful, two-story, ranch-style house. There was a wraparound porch that looked like it went completely around the entire house.
“Does that porch go all the way around the house?”
“Yes.”
“I love that, Blake!”
He grinned. “Here’s the
back. I’m thinking we can find some land with a view. I can see us sitting on the porch at night, maybe even in a porch swing, watching the sunset.”
I watched him as he talked. He looked so happy envisioning our future home. My hand went to my stomach to settle the rolling sensation in there. If he thought he was saving the best wedding gift for last, I had my own surprise for him.
“That sounds wonderful,” I said as Blake turned the page.
“Here’s the downstairs. If you want the kitchen bigger, I can make it bigger.”
My eyes burned as I fought to hold back my tears.
“It’s perfect,” I managed to say.
“It opens up into the family room. I know it was important to you to have that open space. I put a fireplace in the family room because I figured that would be where we would be most of the time. The formal living room doesn’t have one, but if you want one—”
“No. I love it just how you designed it.”
My fingers were at my lips as I took it all in.
“Here is the master bedroom. I put floor-to-ceiling windows so we can take advantage of the view.”
I nodded, no longer able to speak from being so overwhelmed and nervous.
“I put a nook off to the side of the bedroom here so you could set up an area for painting if you wanted.”
A single tear slipped free, and I quickly wiped it away. Blake was so focused on the plans, he wasn’t paying attention to me.
I drew in a deep breath and slowly let it out then said, “But first we could use it as a place to put the baby. So he or she is closer to us.”