I hold up the folder. “What is this?”
“Well…” He walks over and sits down. “Remember when we first met and you talked about a real reality show, like Terrace House? You’ve been making other comments these last couple of years and I sort of just… kept it all. Wrote a lot of it down. And I gave it to some writers and some of the production artists to create… that.”
I stare at the folder. “This is mine?”
“It’s rough,” he admits. “Very rough. It’s mostly just a collection of your ideas. But I think there’s a real show in there, Klara. If you want to make it, that is.”
I stare at the folder then back up to him. “You did this? Really?”
“Really.” He grins at me. “Believe it or not, I listen.”
I stand up, walk around the desk and hug him tight. He holds me and kisses me. “I love you,” he says.
“I love you too.” I blink back tears. “What did I do to deserve this?”
“You were good and beautiful. What else do you need?”
I laugh and hit his chest. “Thank you,” I say. “But do you think the board will sign off?”
“Oh, don’t worry about them. I already spoke with most of them and they’re on board to make whatever you want, so long as it doesn’t detract from Divas.”
I grin. “Of course.”
“You know them. Money over everything.”
“You’re a board member too, you know.”
“Oh, I am?” He looks innocent. “Huh, I guess I forgot.”
“You’re the head of the board. And the largest part owner. Did you forget that, too?”
“No,” he says, smiling. “I guess not. Turns out, the board does what I tell them to do.”
I laugh and kiss him again and his arms wrap around my body, holding me tight.
This is heaven. I don’t know what else it could be. We have our beautiful daughter, we have our company together. We go home to that gorgeous house Shaun bought when he first moved here, right on the beach, and we’re happy.
My body wakes up aching for him and goes to sleep satisfied every single night.
“What’s next for us?” I ask him.
“You know what’s next,” he whispers.
I feel him reach into his pocket and step back. I stare as he gets down on one knees. “This is overdue,” he says. “Will you marry me?”
I gasp. He opens the box and the diamond is huge. It’s perfect, incredible… expensive.
“Shaun,” I say.
“Come on, just say yes.”
“But… your family… can we… ?”
“Klara, you’re mine, and you always will be. Marry me.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He slips the ring on my finger. A perfect fit, of course.
I throw myself at him and we kiss for a long, long time.