“Finn. Where are you?” I called out.
“I’m back here,” he replied. “Just follow my voice.”
I walked down the hall and opened the door. My mouth gaped open as I saw this room was complete. It was the most beautifully decorated bedroom I’d ever seen.
“Finn, what is this? Where are we?” I asked.
He walked over, took my hand and said, “We are in our new home.”
“What do you mean our new home? I don’t remember having one built,” I said. “How did all this happen?”
“I told you that my father owns a construction company,” he said. I nodded. “When we were in Ireland, I spoke to my brother, made all the arrangements and when I would disappear for hours and not at the hospital, I was here with him building this for us.”
“You did this?” I said, still shocked.
“With the help of my brother.”
“Why?” I asked.
Finn smiled. “For being one of the smartest women I know, you ask some dumb questions. I did this for us because we can’t live at the resort forever. We need a place to call our own. I want my privacy with you. And besides, it won’t be long before your brother and family come for a visit. It will be nice to have a place for them to stay while they are here. Same when my parents venture over.”
It’s everything I was wishing for. A place that we could settle down in. I just never dreamed that Finn would do this all for us. “You should’ve told me. I’d have come and helped you,” I said.
“When I spoke to Jasper about it, he said you are as good with a hammer as you are at cooking,” he smiled.
“I can cook. Kind of,” I defended myself.
“Mo Ghra`, I was only teasing.”
I smiled. “I know. And to prove it, you’ll have to eat my cooking every day.”
He chuckled. “Gladly. So, what do you think of our bedroom?”
“I think it’s amazing. I couldn’t have planned it out any better,” I said honestly. The walls were painted a very light green, and the furniture made from teakwood. The pictures were from a local artist who I admired when we went into town visiting the shops. The only thing not local seemed to be the dark emerald satin bedspread. “Thank you, Finn. You don’t know what this means to me. You didn’t just build a house, you built us a home.”
It might not be complete yet, but I could envision it, and I knew it would be spectacular.
He kissed me lightly, then asked, “Would you like a tour of the rest of the place?”
I wanted to know everything he had planned for us. But not right now. “There is only one room that interests me right now, and we’re in it.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and said, “If you’d like to give me a tour of that king size bed over there, I wouldn’t mind.”
He scooped me into his arms, swung me around, then carried me to the bed. Finn didn’t lay me on the bed. Instead, he looked at me and said, “Welcome home, Mo Ghra`.”
There were no sweeter words ever spoken. Finn was right. I was home. But it wasn’t the building that surrounded us. It was his welcoming arms, his kind heart, his sweet words and his love that made my home. It didn’t have a location and it’s the only place I wanted to be.
“I love you Finn,” I said.
“I love you too, Reesa.”
“What do you think about us giving that mattress a test drive?” I asked.
“I think we might need to test it the entire afternoon. And before you ask, my brother is taking the rest of the day off,” Finn said.
I laughed. “And somehow I don’t have my computer, so I guess we’ll have to do something to occupy our time.”
He smiled and said, “I had a wild dream about you last night. Would you like me to show you what it was?”
“I don’t know. My dream was pretty hot too. Maybe I should take the lead.” I pushed on his chest, rolled him over and straddled him. Looking down I said, “Hey. I like this bed. We didn’t fall off.”