Miles Ever After (Miles High Series)(44)

Not that I’m complaining, it’s homely and perfectly sized for us.

I could live in a tent on this property and be as happy as a pig in mud.

I unzip my suitcase and then, overwhelmed, I sit on the bed and look around.

I can’t believe today has happened.

He did all this for me…for us, so that we could both be happy.

The ultimate compromise.

Emotion overwhelms me and the happy tears well in my eyes.

Christopher walks in and his face falls. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

The lump in my throat is so big. “Nothing is wrong, everything is right.”

“Why are you crying?” He brushes the hair back from my forehead.

“I’m just so happy.”

He smiles softly, his eyes filled with a tender glow, and he cups my face in his hand. “I died a little every day being away from you,” he whispers.

I screw up my face in tears. “Me too.”

“Don’t leave me again.”

“I won’t.” I kiss his big, beautiful lips, my tears of relief falling down onto my cheeks. “I’ll never be away from you again; I can’t stand it.”

“Sshh,” he whispers against my lips. “We’re together now. It’s over, babe.” I hug him tight, so tight that I might actually crush him.

“The first thing we need to do is get soundproofing in these fucking walls,” he says. “How am I supposed to fuck you like I want to when I have to be quiet?”

I giggle.

“I’m not even joking,” he mutters dryly as he stands and pulls me up by the hand. “And we need an en-suite bathroom.”

“The house is perfect as it is.”

“Hayden,” he says sternly. “I love you, but in all seriousness, if we’re going to live out here in Bumfuck Nowhere, the house needs some major renovating.”

He grabs two towels out of the suitcase he has with him.

“Such as?”

“These bedrooms all doubled in size, new bathrooms and kitchen.” He looks around at the floral wallpaper and points at it. “That has got to go. New every fucking thing. You can do whatever you want to this farm, it’s your home. The farming part and cows and all of that stuff is all yours. But I am insisting on fixing up this dump of a house…with yours and Eddie’s input of course.”

I imagine us planning and renovating and building up our cattle and the life we will live and I smile hopefully. “It sounds like so much fun.”

“You’re not all there, are you?” He frowns down at me as he takes me into his arms.

“No, but I’m all here.”

He kisses me softly as he smiles against my lips. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Mrs. Miles.”

“Oh my god.” I giggle as I hold up my hand to look at my ring.

“Do you like it?” he asks. “We can change it to something you like better if you want?”

“I love it.” I pull him closer. “It, this house, and you…are perfect.”

His hands trail down to my behind and he pulls me onto his large erection. “Get in the shower, we’re about to break some tiles.”





“Ahhhhchooooooo.”

I wake with a start.

“Achoo, achoo, achoo.”

I sit up, half asleep. “Huh.”

“Ahhhhchooooooo.” Someone sneezes from downstairs. “Ahhhhchooooooo, Ahhhhchooooooo.”

“What the hell?” I get out of bed and throw my robe on and make my way downstairs. Someone is having some kind of crazy sneezing attack.

“Ahhhhchooooooo, Ahhhhchooooooo. Stop fucking laughing,” Christopher whispers angrily.

“Stop sneezing like an idiot then,” Eddie fires back.

“You think I want to be sneezing like a motherfucker? Newsflash. No I don’t, Eduardo.”

I come around the corner to see Christopher, sneezing his head off, his eyes are swollen and red and he has toilet paper blowing his nose.

“What’s happening?” I frown.

“I’m having some kind of situation,” Christopher says as he blows his nose hard. “Ahhhhchooooooo, Ahhhhchooooooo.”

I look around. “Oh, it’s the flowers.”

“What?”

“The flowers are giving you hay fever”.

“Hay fever.” Eddie frowns. “But there isn’t any hay.”

“It’s the pollen from all the flowers,” I tell them, I pick up two vases of flowers and take them out to the front veranda. “Eddie, help me take them out of the house. He’s allergic.”

“Ahhhhchooooooo, Ahhhhchooooooo… Ahhhhchooooooo, Ahhhhchooooooo.”

I giggle as I continue to carry the vases outside, and Eddie helps too.

“Why did you buy so many?” Eddie huffs.

“To be romantic, dipshit. Ahhhhchooooooo, Ahhhhchooooooo…Ahhhhchooooooo, Ahhhhchooooooo.”

“Get out of the house while we carry them out, Eddie, open all the windows to let the pollen out,” I tell them. “Christopher, drive to the pharmacy and grab some antihistamines.”

“Where’s the pharmacy? Ahhhhchooooooo,” he sniffles.