sheer elation on his face. “Bone, bone, bone.”
I stand from the couch and put up my hand. “Hang on. I’ve got something I wanna show you first.”
“Ha, ha.” He grabs me and kisses my neck, his hard-on spearing me in the hip.
“I’m not kidding. There’s something I want to show you first. It’ll just take two minutes.”
“The only thing I want you to show me is the inside of your vagina.” He pulls on my dress.
“I’ve got a surprise for you, baby. I’m dying to show it to you.”
“The only surprise I want from you is your vagina. Surrounding my radioactive dick. Right now.” He grabs my ass.
“Baby, please. It’ll take two minutes. Come on.” I tug on his hand and pull him toward the nursery.
He exhales. “Are you serious?”
“Totally. Please. You won’t regret it. Come on. It’s a huge surprise.”
He exhales, resigned. He pulls out his phone and taps a button and the blaring song abruptly ceases. “It’s times like this I wonder if you love me at all.”
I laugh. “I do, baby. With all my heart. Come on.” I grab his hand and lead him across the house toward the nursery—my stomach suddenly fluttering with a thousand butterflies. I’ve worked almost nonstop on this surprise for the last three days while Jonas has been out of town on his business trip, all the while fantasizing about the look on his face when he finally gets to see it.
“Are you taking me to our bedroom?”
I shake my head.
“To the nursery?” Jonas says.
I don’t reply, but that’s clearly the only other place this hallway leads.
“Oh, hey, did you finally paint the mural?”
“Stop trying to guess. Just go with the flow.”
We continue walking down the hall.
“Uh oh. Have you planned another grand gesture, Sarah Faraday?”
“Maybe.”
“What did I tell you about that?”
“To leave the grand gestures and metaphors to you.”
“That’s right.”
“Some women just don’t listen, I guess.”
“Bossy women.”
We’re just outside the nursery door. I’m shaking with anticipation. “Ready?” I say, my hand on the doorknob.
He shoots me a look that says, “Hurry the fuck up.”
I take a deep breath, open the door, and lead the love of my life inside the room.
Chapter 35
Jonas
I don’t know how my baby did it, but she did: I’m not thinking about my throbbing dick right now—not at all. I’m too consumed with the outrageous throbbing of my heart. I’m stunned. In complete awe at what my eyes are beholding. The lavender walls of the nursery are littered with twinkling stars. A giant moon and yellow sun, both of them smiling broadly, adorn two opposite corners of the walls—and an array of scenes and images are bursting with color across all four walls. I can’t focus on any one image; I’m just too overwhelmed by the enormity of it all.
Sarah squeezes my hand and points up to where three phrases are scrolling across the tops of three contiguous walls: “Love is the joy of the good... the wonder of the wise... the amazement of the gods.”
Goose bumps erupt all over my body.
Sarah touches my forearm and strokes my tattoo bearing the same words. “We’re the greatest love story ever told,” she whispers.
I nod, at a complete loss for words. I feel lightheaded.
Sarah turns me around and points behind us, to the top of the fourth wall.
“You are the divine original form of you,” the wall says. “And this family is the divine original form of love.”
“Sarah,” I say softly, but there are no words for what I’m feeling.
Sarah turns me back around and directs my attention to a painted scene on the wall in front of us.
There’s a big, blue, shaggy monster with one enormous eye and a huge goofy grin, beating his massive chest. He’s standing on a flowery hilltop, next to a slightly smaller, yellow monster with long eyelashes, red lips, and a noticeably huge ass, while two little girl-monsters with colorful bows on the tops of their shaggy heads frolic in the flower fields around them.
I look at Sarah, my mouth hanging open.
“We’re a family of beasts,” Sarah says matter-of-factly. “And our leader is our beloved Daddy Beast. The one and only.”
I shake my head, incapable of forming words.
Sarah giggles and points to the next wall.
There’s a muscled knight in shining armor, sitting gallantly atop a powerful white steed. A dark-haired queen in a flowing white dress sits behind the knight, squeezing him tightly, her cheek pressed against his broad back and little pink hearts flowing out of her chest. Two dark-haired princesses in