Page 20 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Silver Fox

After a while, we pull back, and Sarah is all smiles.

"When did you arrange for all of this?, we were here yesterday."

"I've got minions."

"Mitchell, I think we're going to be really happy here together."

"I know we're going to have an exciting future here."

"What did Meghan say when you told her you were proposing?"

"She helped me find a jeweler."

"Do you think we can have the ceremony here in the back yard?"

"I want to throw you a big wedding."

"I don't need that, Mitchell. You know I like things private."

"Then it will be exactly the way you want it."

"Thank you."

She grabs me by the waist and pulls me towards her. Her whole body is plastered to mine, and I feel myself getting a bit hard for her. Will she always drive me crazy like this? I don't know if I will survive it.

"Come on, I've got the perfect way to celebrate."

I pull her back into my arms in a bridal carry and go back inside the house. Then I go up the stairs with her. I like to keep in shape to be able to haul my woman around because she loves it too. I walk towards the master bedroom and then put her down.

She gasps again. The bed is littered with red rose petals, and there is champagne and chocolate covered strawberries on one of the tables. I go and pour the delicious liquid into two flutes and hand her one while I keep the other.

"Let's drink to our future, little one."

We both lift our flutes and clink the glasses. Sarah is smiling, and I'm a fool in love.

"I love you, Sarah."

"I love you too, Mitchell."

We spend the rest of the afternoon making love and enjoying each other, making promises for a future that we're looking forward to. After a few hours, we fall asleep in each other's arms, exhausted but happy because we've got a beautiful life ahead of us.

Epilogue

Sarah

I'm giddy with excitement as I take the elevator to Mitchell's office at the architectural firm. My smile is bigger than my face when the elevator stops and opens its doors.

The receptionist responds to my smile and watches me with my gift bag. I'm not telling anyone my secret except my husband.

"Hi Mrs. Barlow, are you here to take him to lunch? He's been particularly grouchy today. Please say you'll take him off my hands."

"I can't make any promises."

"You can go right in. I'll let you surprise him."

I walk right in as if I were in my own home. I have baptized every corner of this room with Mitchell during our first six months together. I know every little corner of the space. He's on the phone, and he does look grumpy and grouchy, like when I first met him.

I thought I had wiped that attitude off his system. Now I'm starting to get grumpy as well. Who could he be talking to that has turned his mood sour? I swear this morning he was agreeable when I sent him off to work. I wave at him as I sit on the chairs in front of his desk.