Perfectly Red

A night out.

(Jake's POV )

"Well she didn't exactly get a Hen party, I could hardly blame her," Ceci snarks through the phone jokingly.

"Great, so we are in agreement then?" I ask for clarity.

"Sì. It will be a blast," she says before hanging up.

I put the phone in my pocket, and head to the back door just as Mia walks into to begin cooking breakfast.

"Take this morning off, I've got it covered," I suggest to the young cook.

"Oui Monsieur, I back at lunch?" She asks.

"Yes, something seasonal please," I request.

"Oui Monsieur," she answers again before turning, and leaving.

I then take out a couple bowls, and pour some cereal before heading upstairs with a tray. I push open the bedroom door, and look over at the bed where my beautiful wife lays curled up tightly. Her brow is furrowed, and her hands balled into tight fists. Gently I set the tray on the nearby table before walking to her side. I rub my hand against her cheek softly until her eyes flutter open. 

"Hmm?" She looks around slightly confused. 

"You've been asleep for a long time, you should eat," I say turning to grab the tray.

"Boo-berry?" She asks excitedly as she rubs the sleep from her eyes.

She happily takes a bowl, and starts eating with big spoonfuls.

"Wait is this because it's-"

"The first of October, yes," I answer her so she doesn't have to speak with her mouthful.

"Thank you," she says grateful for her favorite cereal.

"And that's just the beginning of today," I explain. "I know you've been itching for some time outside. So I thought we could go to a pumpkin patch together."

"Oh my gosh, yes, That sounds like such fun," she replies sitting up farther in bed excitedly.

"Well lets finish our breakfast because Maria should be here soon," I say. "I mean that's if you're interested in a makeover today."

"All this for me?" She asks bewildered.

"Yes Sweetheart, all for you. You deserve some princess treatment."

Sure enough Maria shows up shortly after breakfast with a whole bunch of stuff with her. I leave the ladies to go make sure everything is ready for today while Maria encourages the transformation required for me to be able to take her out in public. A couple hours later, and I'm finishing up another phone call when I hear the sound of Maria coming back down with her things. 

"All done Mr. Anderson. Have a great day," she says before leaving out the front door wheeling her supplies behind her.

I turn around at the sound of footsteps on the stairs behind me. My jaw practically hits the floor at the sight of her new appearance. Her hair now curly, and red matches her attire so beautifully. I truly am a lucky man. This new version of her, Dahlia Anderson my wife...