Page 93 of Jasper
Later that night…
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“What are we doing here, Jasper? I thought we left early so we could have a rimming contest?”
“We did and we will, but I forgot something at the bakery and needed to grab it.”
“And I need to be blindfolded, why?”
“Listen, can you just go with me here?”
I chuckle because he clearly has something up his sleeve. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
I have an inkling as to why we are here, but I’ll let him have his moment.
With his hands on my shoulders, Jasper leads me to the front of the bakery. Pretty sure he adds a couple unnecessary spins.
“Ok, are you ready?”
“I’m always ready for you, sweetheart.”
“Remember that… for later,” he says, slapping my ass and I laugh.
“Ok, I’m ready.”
“I hope you like it, and I can paint over it if you don’t. No pressure.”
He slowly takes the blindfold off. “Jasper, I’m going to love… it.” As soon as my eyes adjust, they go cloudy with tears. I don’t know whether I should laugh or cry, so I do both.
“Jasper,” I whisper, words failing me.
He moves to my side as his hand slides into mine. It’s a feeling that has become one of my favorites.
“I love it.”
On the wall of the bakery is a giant painting of Juan, my old powder-blue mixer, surrounded by the words The Vanilla House.
“I thought maybe it was a way to bring a piece of your grandparents into the bakery,” Jasper says.
“It’s beautiful. I have no words for what this means to me. Thank you for helping me honor them.”
“Always,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist as we quietly get lost in the art. Life is kinda crazy. I never thought I would be standing here in this bakery with Jasper Valintine wrapped around me. I think I’ve been waiting on something—or someone—to start this journey the whole time. It was waiting for him…
For Jasper.
The End
