Blindfold (Book One)

28. Decision

* 3 months later *

Amelie's POV

I open my eyes, the rays of the sun coming through my room's window, and illuminating it. I roll to my right side, and take my phone, which is resting on the bureau. As I turn it on, my eyes catch a picture of Jim and I showing as my lock screen's wallpaper. A smile grows on my face when I see it. Today is our three-month anniversary. I can't believe it! Time went by so fast, and I can say that I feel so close to him, like I've never felt with anyone else.

I take a look at the clock and see that it is 8:23 am, then carefully stand up from my bed, and put my slippers on. As I walk out of my room, I feel a cold breeze, making me shiver. The heater was keeping my room warm, but outside it's cold. I carefully walk down the stairs, yawning, then start towards the kitchen. I walk and walk, but then...stop, as I listen to a sound coming all the way from the TV room.

"Hello?" I say, a little suspiciously, but scared at the same time.

I slowly start walking towards the room, trying to make no sound. I finally get to it, and with the pounding on my chest getting louder and louder, I open the door. That's when I see...a red and white rose bouquet, my favorite Nutella Pancakes, and then...Jim, standing beside the table with a smile on his face.

"Jim!" I say, running to hug him.

"Happy three-month anniversary," he says.

I bring my head up and kiss him on the lips, the kiss lasting for, what I think is several minutes or something.

"Happy three-month anniversary to you, too," I finally say, pulling away, but not letting my arms down from his neck. "This is..."

"Ah," he says. "Your favorite pancakes with Nutella."

"Thank you, Jim," I say. "You are the sweetest man of all, and the roses are beautiful."

"Your favorite," he says, taking a seat beside me.

"Oh, actually," I add. "I also have something for you. One second."

I stand up from the chair I was sitting on, and walk out of the TV room, towards the kitchen. I open the oven, and take out Jim's favorite cake, I baked it last night after he left to his house.

I walk to the TV room again, and I see Jim's eyes glooming as he sees it.

He gasps. "Is this...?"

"Your favorite. Olive Oil Cake baked by me."

"Oh my god," he says with a smile. "This is amazing!"

"Aaaand...I have another gift for you, but I won't give it to you right now, it will be tonight."

"Oh really?" he asks.

"Yeah, I've been working on it for weeks. I hope you like it."

"Weeks? Wow, I'm sure I will," he says, with a smile, and stroking my chin. "I will take you to a very special place tonight."

"Really? Where?" I ask with a tone of curiosity.

"Oh I won't tell you," says Jim.

"Damn it. Well, I love surprises."

"Yes, I know you do. That's why I won't tell you," he says.

I laugh, and he laughs with me.

"I want a piece of cake," says Jim.

"Yeah take some. It's for you, so...And I'll eat my pancakes."

"Oh, yes. Let me know how they taste."