Always, Our Secret Dream 3

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 ℱℴ𝓇𝓉𝓎－𝒯𝓌ℴ

It's been forty-seven hours since I last kissed, hugged or smelt my husband.

My chest hurts at the thought driving me one step deeper into the blink of insanity. If I weren't as heavily pregnant as I am I would have booked the jet to fly me out to him. Even if it only ment spending the minutes in his arm.

I must have re-read his letter over a hundred times since finding it yesterday. My heart fluttering every time. This morning after rereading it again I folded it away and placed it back into my memory box. Forcing myself to stop obsessing over his romantic gesture. Besides, I have my bracelet and earrings to stare and obsess over.

I slip into another one of his oversized hoodies and some biker shorts, before padding out of the bedroom, across the hall and into my studio. Logging onto my computer and pressing play to one of the singles I've been working on. Needing some inspiration as I plan a special something for Bryan.

My head bops along to the beat as I whisper-sing along, adding far too many items to my shopping cart. If he can spoil me then I can do the same for him.

I still have another day before Bryan returns home so I have roped in the help of Chris and Bella to help get everything set up. Since we moved into the house Bryan has wanted to renovate his 'man cave' into a more tech-savvy den but like always he gets too busy with work or prioritising my needs over his own. A testimony to that is the bracelet on my wrist and the letter in our closet. We both agreed not to nag one another over little things but to me, this is a huge must - but I know he would be upset with me if I kept pleading with him to spend money and time on himself and not with me and our little ones.

So, I've placed an order with a priority collection booking for two hours time. Which Chris is going to collect in his van.
- 60-inch 4k smart tv
- Surround sound  bar and additional speakers
- Mini Bar - Whiskey, Vodka and Rum dispensers. A combination of barrel taps and wall hanging dispensers. Straws, tumblers, pint glasses. You name it I've ordered it.
- Double door, free-standing fridge freezer, with built-in ice maker and water tap.
-Bar snacks and accessories.
- Pool Table
- Ice Hockey Table
- A chalk man cave rules board (something fun for him to do before he has the boys over)
-  Smart light bulbs, controlled via an app on your phone. A little gadget that Bryan has been showing me and talking about for a few weeks.
- A new more recent VR headset

I'm just about to finalise the order when an offer pops up on the screen. $200 off a new wireless cocktail maker. Something I've wanted in my she-cave aka my studio but agreed I wouldn't as drinking whilst recording is never a good combination. At least for me, it isn't anyways.

Acting impulsivly I add the maker to my cart, quickly tapping pay now before i add anythinf else. Knowing my husband he won't mind me slipping a cocktail mixer behind his mini bar in his man cave. If anything it will feed his need to control - he'll be able to program the system and control how much alcohol goes into each drink. I smile wickedly at the thought of his reaction - he's going to growl and I'm going to become a puddle of wetness.

With my order placed and a collection text on my phone, I fire it across to Chris. He responds instantly with a thumbs up.

With that sorted, I spent half an hour adding the finishing touches to one of my songs that's going to be released when I go into labour with Whisper.

A short while later Quinn taps on the door, walking inside and sitting in the empty seat to my left. Her hands folded in her lap with a similar-looking envelope to the one I'd found yesterday written by Bryan.

I raise a quizzical brow at her slouching into my chair as I wait for her to speak.

"I know you're trying to renovate the man cave but Bryan called and asked me to hand you this." she reaches out and offers me the envelope. Giving me my first clear view of the handwriting on the front.

To My Beautiful Wife...

I smile as I look at the envelope, my fingertips brushing across his writing. My eyes swelling.

"Why did he call you and not me?" I whisper, still staring at the letter in my hands. My heart racing a mile a minute.

"Your phone's on silent"

I pull my phone from the hoodie pocket, frowning at the screen as it confirms that I'd put it on silent. Something I never do. smothered across mg notification screen are missed calls and unopened texts from Bryan.

"He told me to tell you that he loves you and can't wait to hold you in his arms. Personally, I wanted to hurl listening to it but you know...I'd do anything for you." I smile at her before laughing knowing that I too would have been retching at hearing Dom say those things to me to pass on to her.

"Thanks" I giggle shutting off my computer and putting down the letter. "Would you mind unlocking the front door for when Chris gets here? He should be picking up the goods for the man cave soon.!"

Quinn nods as she listens to me "Sure thing. You read that" she points to the letter on my desk "take some time and I will help Chris and Bells get everything set up in the man cave. You can come to join us as soon as you're up to it."

I nod my agreement and turn back to the letter ignoring Quinn as she exits the room closing the door behind her. As soon as I hear the click I lift up the letter and break the seal. Slipping the folded sheet out of the envelope and pushing it open.

My chest is tight with emotion as I finish reading the letter for the second time. How did I get so lucky to find a man who is completely obsessed with me?

I'd never been shown love and affection growing up but Bryan is working hard to correct that. Basking me in love and affection at every turn. Even when he's not here he pulls shit like this. I wish he was here with me so I could press my mouth against his. I glance at the clock about my desk, at 11:30 am. Less than thirty- nine hours until he will be back home.

I push back from my desk rising from my chair. Letter and envelope in hand as I strut across the hall back towards my closet. Placing the second letter into my memory box with a bitter-sweet smile. Resisting the urge to tip the box upside down and spent an hour rereading the many letters inside.

"Sky?" Quinn shouts from downstairs. The bell went off ten minutes ago so I guess they are ready to start setting everything up. I glance in the mirror checking my reflection. My eyes are a little red from crying. I shudder a deep breath as I relax my shoulders. Deciding it's okay to look a little rough.

"Coming" I call back as I slowly make my way back downstairs and into Bryan's man cave. Ready to get to work and show my man just how much he means to me. Words of afframation are great but sometimes it's a gesture that can sway the scales and make reality hit home.

A/N

Happy Tuesday! I hope you've had a great day. I thought I'd post today as I didn't Sunday. It's been a crazy week or so.

Question of the day - Would you rather change colour whenever you sneeze OR Forget your mother tongue every year on your birthday? I.e if your first language is English it would change to French and then change again on your next birthday to something else. You'd also not remember how to speak the previous language.