We pull up to the restaurant, and I tilt my head while surveying the landscape. There’s a very large lack of vehicles around.
“Are we really early? I assumed a launch party would have people to launch to.”
He smiles, and then he steps out to pick Trip up before proffering me his free hand.
“We’re right on time.”
How?
“I thought you were more successful than this, Mr. Masters.”
He laughs as he pulls me to him, our security surrounding us like we’re the damn president and first lady.
The door opens to the restaurant, and I step in to see the dim light casting a romantic ambience across the gallant floor with only one table. Rose petals litter the floor, and soft, velvety music plays in the background.
“What’s-”
“This is our first date,” he says softly. “I wanted it to be a surprise. Bear with me, this is the first time I’ve ever taken anyone out on a real date.”
My mouth opens as I gaze around the room dressed in elegant curtains that line the walls. The windows open to the ocean view, and the security guards disperse to secretly protect us—out of sight.
“Tag, this is… it’s amazing.”
I turn to see his smile, and then he ushers me to the lone table, salads already waiting.
He puts Trip in the bassinet beside the table, and then he pulls out my chair to let me sit directly beside our little boy.
“You even thought of Trip,” I giggle, noting his bassinet doesn’t clash with the glamorous decor.
“Of course I did,” he says with a smile.
“Tag, I think I’ve just been impressed with a first date for the first time.”
He blushes a little, and then he acts as though he’s flexing. I giggle at his humorous little gesture, and he leans over to kiss me softly.
“I love this.”
“I love you,” he murmurs gently, making me dissolve under those delicious words.
“I love you.”
***
Tag
I’ve never been so nervous yet so calm in all my life. I’ve wanted to do this for her for so long. Now, I’m with the woman I love, and she loves me back. I’ve never had such an incredible feeling.
As soon as we finish eating, she leans over on me to rest her head on my shoulder.
“Thank you,” she murmurs in a breath.
“You’re welcome. How does our son’s suit look?” I muse as she glances over at him kicking his feet, grunting as he tries to move.
“I think it’s ridiculously adorable.”
I laugh as my hand slides around her waist, and she leans over to hand him his pacifier when he starts fussing.
“The attention to detail is pretty surreal. They even made him a zipper pocket with a gold lining inside. Look at it,” I murmur while nudging her a little.