of the club. Stryker’s is last. Gwen has always told me she wanted to live in a log cabin home. So, I made it happen for her. When I pull up to the three-bay garage, Gwen’s mouth drops open and stares at the building in front of her.
“What’s this?” she asks me, turning in her seat.
“It’s our new home,” I inform her, leaning over to kiss her tears away. “Let’s go check it out.”
Getting out after shutting the engine off, I run around to help her out of the SUV. Holding her hand in mine, I lead her up the front steps to our door. It’s not locked because I just left here to get her. We literally just put the finishing touches on everything. At the same time, I left, everyone else did too. They want to give us time to be in our home alone together. Later on, we’ll have a housewarming party with everyone.
Everything in the house is wood to keep true to a log cabin. When we walk through the front door, everything is open. There are only three rooms downstairs that have the sliding barn doors closing them off. One is a bathroom, my office, and the laundry room. The living room, kitchen, dining room, and a small nook filled with overstuffed chairs is left wide open. A bar separates the kitchen and living room lined with four barstools. Everything in the kitchen is stainless steel as I watch Gwen walk through the first floor taking in every tiny detail.
She runs her hands over the walls and looks at the pictures resting on the floor up against the wall. That’s the one thing I wouldn’t let anyone else do. Gwen will hang our pictures up in our home so they’re exactly where and how she wants them. In the living room is a fireplace I can’t wait to sit in front of her with. In the living room, a large rug covers most of the floor so we could keep the flooring wood like the rest of the home.
After she inspects the entire first floor, I lead her upstairs. Five doors fill the hallway. Two on each side of the hallway with one at the very end. Gwen opens each door as we make our way through the hall. The first two rooms are empty with the exception of a bed and dresser. No blankets cover the bed because we didn’t want to take everything away from her. On the right of the hallway is a bathroom that’s also left undecorated. There’s a large shower, claw foot tub, toilet, and his and her sinks in the long counter. The last room before ours makes Gwen tear up again. It’s the nursery.
We’ve already got the cribs, her rocking chair, the changing tables and dresses in place along with the toy box. The totes of clothing, bedding, and everything else we’ve gotten for the babies fill the middle of the room. Again, I made sure no one touched this room so Gwen and I can put it together ourselves. She walks through the room, running her hand over everything until she makes her way back to me. I pull her into my body, and we remain still for a few minutes in the middle of the nursery.
When she lifts her head from me and wipes her tears away, I lead her to our room. Opening the door for her, her gaze immediately lands on the king-sized bed directly in front of the door on the back wall. A TV is mounted on the wall opposite of the bed already. To the left of the bed is a huge walk-in closet. It’s big enough for both of us to have a dresser and our hanging clothes in here. Along with Gwen’s shoes. She may have a problem with shoes. And lingerie now. There’s even a rack we can store any extra bedding sets. On the right side of the room is a large bathroom. Like the other bathroom up here, there’s a large shower, bathtub, toilet, and his and her sinks in a long counter. Our shower is big enough to fit six grown ass adults in it with plenty of room.
“Killer, I love it,” she says, tears flowing down her face once more. “These damn hormones again.”
“You really like it?” I ask her, needing to know she really likes it.
“No, I love it,” she states, staring up into my eyes. “I love you for doing this for