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"What is it?" I asked eagerly, practically bouncing in my seat.
Oliver rolled his eyes and began laughing. "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now, would it?"
I pouted playfully. "No, it wouldn't."
"We'll be home soon," he promised, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
As we continued our journey, I couldn't sit still, my mind racing with possibilities. Oliver glanced up from his phone, where he'd been tapping out an email.
"Do you have ants in your pants?" he teased, arching an eyebrow.
I grinned sheepishly. "I'm excited. I always am when you give me gifts."
A wicked smile spread across his face. "Can I do something to calm you down?" he purred, his voice low and suggestive.
"No!" I exclaimed, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks.
Oliver chuckled and returned to his email while I turned to watch the pedestrian traffic outside. When we finally pulled up to the building, I could barely contain myself. Vlad opened the door, and I practically bolted from the limo, leaving a bemused Oliver in my wake as I dashed for the elevator.
The concierge's startled expression barely registered as I jabbed the elevator button repeatedly, impatience thrumming through my veins. As the doors slid open, I heard Oliver's footsteps behind me, his low laughter echoing in the lobby.
"Slow down, sweetheart," he called, a hint of amusement in his voice. "The surprise isn't going anywhere."
But I was already in the elevator, my finger hovering over the button for our floor, my heart pounding with anticipation. Whatever Oliver had planned, I knew it would be worth the wait – even if the waiting was driving me crazy.
“I want to see.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me against him. I buried my face in his blue shirt, feeling the smooth silk of his tie rub against my face. I broke from him as soon as the doors opened on our floor, hurrying down the hall with him behind me. Once we were in the penthouse, I scanned the entry for any signs of a gift.
“Well?” I asked Oliver with my hands on my jean clad hips.
“You tell me.”
Trouble had just gotten out of his bed by the terrace doors and I noticed a small tan body pop its head up. I practically screamed when I realized Oliver had gotten me a French bulldog puppy. I ran to the bed and picked up the pup in arms. It was a little girl, and she licked my chin with her pink tongue.
“Oh my God, she’s adorable.”
Trouble barked in protest and Oliver bent down to scratch him behind his ears which resulted in his trying to lick Oliver’s face. We both laughed as I cuddled the puppy.
Oliver's eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched me coo over the little ball of fur in my arms. "What do you want to call her?" he asked, reaching out to scratch behind the puppy's ears.
I looked up at him, my brow furrowed in concentration. "I haven't the slightest idea," I admitted, my fingers gently stroking the soft fur.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, think of something. You can't just say 'hey you.'"
A giggle escaped my lips as I nuzzled the puppy's head. "Why now?" I asked, my voice filled with joy. "Thank you so much, Oliver. Now Trouble won't be alone during the day."
Oliver's expression shifted, a hint of seriousness creeping into his tone. "If you get pregnant, he wouldn't be anyway."
My hands stilled, and I looked up at him, searching his face. "You want me to stay home?"
He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture I recognized as a sign of his discomfort. "I want you to take it easy," he said softly.
I sighed, carefully setting the puppy down. "We discussed this, Oliver. It doesn't matter what I do if nature has other plans."
Oliver stepped closer, his hands coming to rest on my shoulders. "I just want to make sure everything goes smoothly," he murmured, his thumbs tracing soothing circles.
I leaned into his touch, offering him a reassuring smile. "It will. We can't worry about something that hasn't happened yet."
