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I knelt down in front of her and offered her the water. “Here. You need to drink something.”

“Thank you.” She took the glass and drank half the contents. “How was it downstairs?”

I glared at the memory of Illayana parading that stupid trophy in my face. “Hell. It was hell.”

Drea laughed softly. She placed the glass on the side table and sifted both hands through my hair, making shivers run down my spine. “My poor little poor sport.”

“I am not a poor sport,” I insisted.

She said nothing, just raising her brows.

“Okay, fine,” I grumbled reluctantly. I held my forefinger and thumb up a hair’s breadth apart. “Maybe just a tiny bit.”

She moved my forefinger and thumb as far apart as they could go.

I shoved her playfully, and she laughed outright.

“No, but seriously, I’m sorry you didn’t win, baby. I know how much these games mean to you.”

I smiled, shrugging my shoulders. “It’s not a big deal. I still hold the most trophies. We’ll get ’em next year.”

“Still, I know losing to your siblings can be frustrating. Juan, the asshole, still loves to rub it in my face that he beat me in a race when we were kids. Illayana and Lukyan, in particular, will never let you live it down.”

“I know.” I sighed, the mere thought of it making my body twitch.

“But I have something that might make you forget all about that.”

I frowned, my head tilting slightly. “What are you talking about?”

She kissed me softly on the lips.

“You’re right.” I breathed out in ecstasy. “Your lips can make me forget anything.”

She playfully slapped me on the shoulder and stood. “Not that, you big goof.” She chuckled. “Wait here.”

I groaned, collapsing onto the side of the bed as she walked to the bathroom. When she returned, Drea’s hands were behind her back, a…hesitant expression on her face.

“What have you got there?” I asked, repositioning myself to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Something I hope will make you happy.”

I smiled softly, reaching for her. “I’m always happy with you.” I pulled her closer, and she came willingly, hands still behind her back.

She took a deep, shuddering breath, her body tight and tense.

“You’re nervous,” I stated, observing her. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Really, nothing,” she rushed out quickly. “I think it’s a good thing, but I guess I don’t know what you will think, and⁠—”

“Baby.” I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, capturing her gaze with mine. “What’s going on?”

Blowing out another breath, as if to psyche herself up, she finally revealed what was behind her back.

I stilled, my eyes going wide. At first, I just stared at it, unsure if I was seeing what I was actually seeing. If my mind was playing tricks on me. Scared to blink in case it disappeared right before my eyes.

My hands trembled as I reached for it, taking it from Drea’s grasp.

“Are you…happy?” my wife asked cautiously, and that was when I realized I hadn’t said a fucking thing since she’d shown it to me, like the idiot I was.