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“… and she said she’d bring a bunch of her veteran friends for a group session. I penciled them down for the seventh of September.”
“You’ve got yourself a launch date.” Arsen smiles proudly.
“I can’t believe it,” I trill. “I’m gonna have my own studio, my own students, my own business!”
“You worked hard for it,roza.”
“I couldn’t have done any of it without you.”
I abandon my chair for his lap. Nina is sleeping soundly in her bassinet, having zonked out halfway through dinner. All is well in my world.
I spear the last carrot on his plate. “How was your day?”
“Great. We got an international client interested in stocking Pobeda in all their hotels, bars, and casinos. They’ll be flying in next week for an in-person meeting.” He plucks the fork out of my hand, carrot still intact, and places it on the table. “But let’s not talk about work. The only thing I’m interested in right now is getting you to bed.”
“And here I thought the honeymoon was over.”
“If I have my way, it will last the rest of forever.”
We leave the dirty plates on the table while Arsen gently lifts Nina out of her bassinet and carries her to her crib in the nursery. I turn the baby monitor on, and then Arsen takes my hand and walks me into our bedroom.
He stops at the foot of our bed, noticing the wooden box resting squarely in the center. “What’s this?”
I smile coyly. “Why don’t you open it and see?”
“Laila…”
“Remember that shopping spree I had in St. Barts just before we left? Well, I got you something.”
I almost laugh at the scrunched look on Arsen’s face. The man’s clearly not used to being on the receiving end of gift-giving.
“Laila, this is really?—”
“Stop wasting time and open the damn gift, please. I saw it and immediately thought of you.”
With a sigh, he lifts the lid to reveal a smaller leather box inside, embossed with the wordsPatek Philippe.
He groans. “I already know this is too much.”
“Don’t become a scrooge on me now. You’re worth it. Go on; open it.”
Arsen flips the lid and, sitting on a black velvet cushion, is a stunning silver watch with a bright green dial. He admires it silently for a few moments before finally picking it up and holding it to the light. “It’s magnificent. And the green dial… It’s exactly the same shade as your eyes.”
I blush. “I wanted you to have a little reminder of me on your arm all the time.”
“In a cute way or an ‘I’m always watching’ kind of way?”
I slap his arm. “Don’t ruin the moment, wiseass.”
He chuckles as he drapes an arm across my shoulders. “Baby, you’re in my heart constantly. I don’t need a physical reminder.”
“Turn it over,” I implore, resisting the urge to do it for him. “I had it engraved.”
He turns it over and mouths the words that I had engraved on the underside. “‘You’re the sun to my rose.Always and forever.’” His gaze drifts towards me. His jaw is locked tight.
Is this what it’s like to see Arsen Adamov emotional? I was not prepared for it.
