Love and Neckties - Lacey Black Page 0,96
us.
I reach over and move her hands. “Sorry, I’ll be more considerate.”
“Thank you,” she says, dropping her hands completely and grabbing another chip.
“I won’t tell you how much I love riding your oldest brother’s massive cock.”
I hear a gasp, but it’s not from Harper. It’s from the sweet old lady at the table across from us. She looks horrified by my statement, which makes me blush a little.
“See? That’s what you get for being disgusting and talking about my brother,” Harper whisper-yells.
I just shrug my shoulders, relaxing and enjoying the rest of my lunch with my bestie.
After we eat and she pays the bill—actually, I was told it was Samuel who paid the bill—we head out to stop number two. Relaxation Spa is across town and is the best place for mani/pedis. The place is busy, but when Harper approaches the counter and gives our names, they quickly usher us back to the two open pedicure chairs.
We spend the next hour having our feet and hands pampered. Just when I think we’re done, we make our third stop of the day. The massage parlor. When I glance her way, she just smiles. “You’re here for your own relaxation massage, not to give one. Samuel wanted to treat you,” she tells me as we exit her vehicle.
Inside, I find two coworkers and smile warmly. Patti takes me back to her room, and for the next hour, proceeds to massage me from head to toe. At one point, I think I fall asleep, which is crazy considering the amount of sleep I’ve been getting lately. Man, growing a baby sure is tiring work.
Harper’s just coming out of her room as I exit, a sleepy smile on her face. “That was heaven,” she says, handing a stack of bills to both massage therapists.
“Here, let me,” I start, digging in my bag for some money.
“No, Samuel got it. Tip too.”
Finally, we make our way to our fourth and final stop of the day. The ice cream parlor. I feel like a kid as I order a double scoop of Rocky Road and Cherry Jubilee ice cream in a dish, with whipped cream and a cherry. Harper goes with a scoop of chocolate chunk and banana split, and at the table in front of the window, we eat our sweet treats.
By the time we’re done, I feel truly pampered and loved.
“Ready to head home?” Harper asks, as she throws our bowls in the trash.
“Ready,” I confirm, anxious to get home and thank Samuel for such a wonderful day.
When we pull up to the house, Samuel and Latham are standing on the porch. Latham waves goodbye to Samuel, gives me a kiss on the cheek as he passes, and climbs in the passenger seat I just vacated. I turn around just in time to wave goodbye, curious as to what the hurry is.
“Where’s the fire?” I ask as I walk up the steps.
“They just wanted to give us a little privacy,” Samuel says, taking me in his arms and kissing me hello.
“Well, good afternoon to you too,” I tell him.
He takes my hand and leads me into the house. “Come on, I have something to show you.”
We head inside, bypassing the kitchen and heading straight for the master bedroom. The door is shut, but I can smell the fresh paint. The anticipation is getting the best of me as I try to picture what he’s done. When he opens the door, my imagination didn’t do any justice of the actual finished product.
“Wow,” I whisper as we step inside.
Samuel clears his throat and moves us to the center of the bedroom. “One of my favorite things to do with you is watch the stars, so I brought them inside.”
The former white walls are now a gorgeous shade of blue that continues to the ceiling, but it’s what’s stuck there that has tears burning behind my eyelids.
“I know it might be a little cheesy,” he starts, his paint-covered hand messing with the collar of his T-shirt. “I remembered Marissa had these on her ceiling when she was younger, and I got to thinking, they would be perfect for here. For us.”
I’m smiling as I look up at the dozens of stars on the ceiling. It’s not dark enough in here yet for them to shine, but I can picture it perfectly, the beautiful glow of the stars later tonight. “It’s amazing. I love it,” I tell him, noticing for the first time that the furniture isn’t pushed back