Free (Sequel to Trapped)

Ch. 122

JUST SO YOU ALL CAN STAY SANE, THE CANDLES ARE FAKE!!!!

Ariana

Thursday, 11:44 am

"Oh my God." My jaw drops and I almost start crying, but I don't.

"Justin... This isn't real." I shake my head and walk out of the room.

"Queen, how can it not be real?" Justin chuckles.

"I don't know. But it's not real."

A tear rolls down my cheek and Justin wipes it away, taking my hand and pulling me back into the room.

"Mommy, it is real!" Aviella yells.

I break down crying, covering my face with my hands.

"Come here, baby." Justin wraps his arms around me and I cry into his shoulder.

"Mommy, it's okay. It's just some candles and some flowers." Aviella says.

For some reason, I start laughing. Maybe it's because of what Aviella said, or just this whole situation, but I just start laughing.

"What's funny?" Justin asks.

"I don't know." I pull away from him and he wipes my face.

"You are literally the best husband ever. I'm sorry but you don't get your present until we get home."

"That's understandable. But can you kiss me already?"

"Oh yeah. I should do that." I wrap my arms around his neck and he lowers his lips onto mine.

"I should've expected this." I hear Aviella mumble.

Justin groans when I pull away from him and I laugh.

"Finally. Belle, they do that all the time, if you haven't already figured that out." Aviella says.

"Can you hurry up and take my sister out of her car seat?" She adds.

"You know how to do it." I reply.

"Bur I want you to do it. Come on, mommy, don't be difficult."

"Yeah, mommy." Justin laughs.

"Who set all this up?" I ask, sitting next to Bella's car seat and taking her out.

"I asked some people from the hotel to do it. I just payed them a few dollars extra."

"A few dollars? More like a few hundred." I laugh.

"Okay, now on to the more important stuff. Where's the room you promised me, daddy?"

"Oh yeah. That. Come on." Justin picks Aviella up and I follow them to the other room.



"Wow! I have this hugemongous bed all to myself!"

"Hugemongous?" I ask.

"Yeah. I made it up. Can Bella sleep with me instead of you guys?"

"I'm not sure about that. She's still too young."

"That's fine with me. I still get this hugemongous bed all to myself." Aviella starts jumping on the bed and we leaver her to do what she wants.

"Wait, mommy! We have to go to the beach!" Aviella yells, running after us.

"Oh, of course we do. Put your baby bikini on and we can go."

"It's not a baby bikini!" Aviella whines.

I laugh as she runs back into her room.

"Stop calling it a bikini. She's too young for that."