Regardless, this particular chair seems to be where I drop everything when I come home every day.
“It’s stupid,” I tell him quickly, pulling out the surprise from my purse and handing it over. “It’s just a little thing… it really isn’t-”
Madox reaches for the gift, letting his fingers brush against mine and shutting me up with a swift kiss. Immediately, my head feels dizzy, my heart warm and fuzzy. I think it’s what being in love feels like.
Every day I feel it more and more, and I’m addicted to this feeling. I’m addicted to Madox and being his, and him being mine.
“If you got it for me, it’s not stupid,” Madox tells me and unwraps the CD. His brow furrows until he reads the title of the hit single, “I Want You to Want Me.” He grins like a fool before looking up at me with his green eyes shining. “I thought it would be a parenting pamphlet or something,” he tells me comically.
“You don’t need that.” My words make his eyes meet mine, and I’m quick to stand on my tiptoes and give him a short kiss.
“You’re going to be an amazing father. I know you will.”
His eyes get glossy for just a second, and he blames it on the onion that’s long since been cut, which is fine, because he doesn’t let me go. He keeps holding me even though I know he’s thinking of his own father right now.
I don’t pry, and I don’t push. Every day I see more of the man Madox is, and every day I fall deeper in love with him.
“I love you, Soph,” he tells me and I smile up at him, feeling everything. Every piece of us, melding together.
“I love you, too.”