Breathe Me Smith and Belle (Royals Saga #11) - Geneva Lee Page 0,77

it felt like I’d already been given the only present I wanted: to see her happy.

Belle glanced up, a wide smile carving her face and beckoned me to join them. We opened gifts for minutes or maybe hours. It hardly seemed to matter. Edward had given Belle some fancy shoes she’d scene when they were in London.

“I told you—I have nowhere to wear them,” she said, her eyes lingering on them longingly.

Edward shook his head, his curls still tangled from bed. “Find somewhere to wear them. Life is about making moments not waiting for them.”

I made a mental note to find an opportunity to take her out. We might not be able to go as far as London with Penny at home, but once Nora was back in town, we could at least go to this restaurant so that I could meet the famous Tomas that had Belle and Edward giggling behind my back. I wasn’t sure if I needed to be jealous of the man or not.

Belle had taken to supplying me with everything a man who owned a country estate might need, from wellies to a new quilted gilet to a truly shocking array of thick, flannel shirts. All I was missing was a hunting dog. I was half-worried I might find a Labrador somewhere under the tree.

“Tired of seeing me in suits, beautiful?”

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you in suits,” she whispered as I leaned over to kiss her. “But whatever you and Rowan are digging up in the backyard, you probably shouldn’t be doing it in a five-thousand-pound, three-piece suit.”

I raised an eyebrow. She had a point there. Still, she was digging herself—for information. She’d brought Rowan up a couple of times since yesterday. Thankfully, I could finally tell her what it was.

“There’s one more thing I have for you,” I told her. “But you have to get dressed first.”

“Tell me it comes in Ferrari Red,” she purred.

“It’s not a car this year,” I said, ignoring the way my dick twitched at the thought of her behind a fiery red sports car. Sometimes, Belle seemed to suggest those days were behind us. But I’d be happily fucking her on the top of an Italian sports car’s hood when she was ninety. And this year my mind was on our future. And our future wasn’t just about her and me or even the baby. We had more to look forward to than the country estate, and it wasn’t just about the dreams we shared, but the ones she was building as well.

“I'll watch the baby,” Edward offered. Belle dashed upstairs with me right behind her, and we heard him call, “You two better not just be running off to shag!”

She laughed, racing me to get dressed. A few minutes later, she stepped out of her side of the closet dressed in tan leather boots that reached her knees, a thick pair of high waisted pants that hugged her hips with a flannel shirt tucked in to them, showing off her narrow waist. She rolled her eyes when she found me already dressed in jeans and a sweater and pulled a navy Barbour jacket on. I strode closer, tugging it together and buttoning it at the waist.

“I don’t want you to get cold,” I said.

She stared up at me, like she was looking up at the stars. “You can always warm me up.”

“I do believe we were told not to shag.” I kissed the tip of her nose, sliding my hand into hers.

Belle wasn’t surprised when I led her outside, but she did hesitate. “It’s really not a car?”

“I forget how easy you are to please.” I couldn’t help but smirk. When I first met Belle, I found it stunning when she revealed she loved cars—I knew I’d found my soulmate.

“That’s okay,” she said huskily. “We have an anniversary coming up.”

“Noted.” I pulled her toward the grounds.

“Wait,” she said as I guided her, “is that what Rowan was up to?”

“Maybe.” We walked until we reached a small grove of trees. I paused and drew a blindfold out of my pocket.

She eyed it with interest. “Kinky.”

“No shagging, remember?”

“And waste a perfectly good blindfold?” she pouted.

When she put it that way, I made another note: to make sure I knew where it was later. I tied the silk blindfold around her eyes and leaned to murmur in her ear, “Do you trust me?”

“Forever,” she said. It was the promise we’d made to each other two years ago. I moved