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AS I ANXIOUSLY WAIT FOR Y/n to get home, I pace the length of the foyer, stopping at one end before turning around and striding to the other.
I tasked Sukuna with letting me know when she left the office, and he texted me fifteen minutes ago, so she should be here any minute.
Something has changed since her conversation with her mom at the beginning of the week. She's been more withdrawn, keeping her thoughts to herself.
Her parents are toxic, and if it were up to me, I'd cut them both out of her life completely. While I think she'll appreciate my efforts to remove F/n from the equation, she'll never stop taking care of her mom. Y/n views her mom like she would a child who makes irresponsible decisions and needs supervision. Regardless, I'll stand by her side and support her, no matter what she decides.
A persistent thought nags me, wondering if my statement about not wanting this marriage to end is part of what has led her to withdraw. I don't regret what I said. The acquisition will be completed soon, and I had to let her know my intentions—for better or worse.
For now, all I can do is give her time to consider what she wants and demonstrate her importance in my life.
As soon as the door to the stairwell opens and Y/n steps out, I stride over and pull her into a hug.
"Is everything okay?" she asks, her gaze darting to the two suitcases resting against the wall.
"I have another surprise for you," I tell her as I hold her close. "Sukuna told me you have Monday off, so I planned a last-minute trip for us over the long weekend."
"Oh." She glances between me and the stairs like she's unsure what to do. "I figured I would work from home and catch up on a few projects."
"You can work on the plane. Besides, Haibara texted me earlier today to say all the furniture he ordered has arrived at his warehouse. He and his team can get everything set up while we're out of town. It'll be much easier if we're not at the house."
Y/n steps closer, tugging my collar, and leans in for a kiss. "Does this surprise come with another closet full of shoes?" she murmurs against my mouth.
I wind my hand around her waist, nipping at her lips. "I'm afraid not, but it does come with a gift at the end," I say, hoping a little bribery will entice her to agree.
She taps her finger on her chin. "What is it?"
"You'll have to come with me to find out," I say with a sly smirk.
She frowns when I take a step back and pick up our suitcases. "You want to leave now?"
"Yeah, I've already packed for us, and the plane is waiting."
She raises a brow. "How do I know my suitcase isn't packed full of lingerie?"
"It would be fitting if I were planning to lock you inside a hotel room and have my way with you all weekend. Unfortunately, that's not the kind of trip we're taking this time."
