SW NOVELS
Chapter 356
Chapter 0356 Hannah
The next few days passed in a blissful haze, each one better than the last. Noah kept true to his word, throwing himself into planning a wonderful baby shower with me.
We spent our days planning, sending out invitations to all our friends, and our nights... Well, those were filled with sweet lovemaking and long, intimate conversations about everything and nothing at the same time.From NôvelDrama.Org.
Those nights were my favorite, and I loathed having to fall asleep. I wanted our evenings to last forever.
The letters, for their part, remained a mystery. Noah still didn't remember writing them, but I was willing to work through this with him. I let him keep them, hoping that reading them at his leisure might jog his memory.
Sometimes, I would catch him poring over them, his brow furrowed in concentration, but he never seemed to have a breakthrough.
But there would be time for figuring out why he couldn't remember them and what had blocked his mind. We had an entire lifetime to work through it, after all.
For now, we focused on the present-the sweet, blissful present.
To my surprise and delight, Noah took the entire week off of work. I protested, telling him that t was unnecessary, but he insisted. He repeated that he wanted to treat me like a princess, and that he couldn't do that if he was going to meetings and signing paperwork. So, every day that week was a new adventure. It felt like our honeymoon all over again, only this time, rather than nonstop sex and mating, we were actually acting like a couple. Not just a broodmare and her
stud.
Every morning, he would take me out for breakfast at a different cafe. The scent of fresh coffee and pastries would greet us as we entered, hand in hand. We would sit for at least an hour, talking and laughing, lost in our own little world.
Then we might go shopping, picking out cute baby clothes and decorations for the nursery. I fell in love with a tiny pair of booties one morning, soft and yellow with little ducklings embroidered on them. Noah insisted on buying them, along with what seemed like half the store.
In the afternoons, we might stroll through the park, enjoying the summer warmth and each other's company. Or maybe we would go to a museum or a farmer's market or the movies. Each day was different.
That week felt like a dream, one I was afraid to wake up from. Each night, as we fell asleep in each other's arms, I would silently pray to the Goddess that this happiness would last. That it wouldn't catastrophically fall apart in some way or another. I hoped she listened.
Saturday, the day of the party, dawned bright and clear. I woke up to the smell of coffee and pastries,
Noah's side of the bed already empty. He'd been waiting for me to wake up every morning lately before he got up, so the sudden emptiness made my heart pound a bit. I slipped on my robe and padded downstairs in search of him, stopping in the kitchen for a cup of coffee on my way.
As I approached the dining room, I could hear hushed voices and the rustle of paper. Unable to contain my curiosity, I peeked around the corner.
I gasped at the sight. The room was transformed, pastel streamers and adorable baby decorations covering every wall, every window, every surface. A banner proclaiming "Welcome, Little One!" hung across one wall. Balloons in soft pinks and blues bobbed gently in the air conditioning. Suddenly, Noah's eyes widened as he spotted me. He rushed over, gently but firmly ushering me out. "Get out!" he hissed, trying to block my view with his body. "You're not supposed to see this!"
I laughed, allowing him to guide me back into the hallway. "I'm sorry! I didn't know!"
Growling softly, Noah pressed me gently against the wall, his body warm and solid against mine. That familiar scent enveloped me, and he nipped at my neck in warning.
"You're incorrigibly nosy, you know that?" he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.