Right (Wrong 2)

“Do you want to help?” she asks, brightening. “I was thinking Disneyland Paris,” she says. “It’s just outside of the city, and I’d love to see Paris with you.” She says it hopefully, giving a little tug on her bottom lip with her teeth. “We’d need three suites at the Disneyland Hotel though and it’s a bit expensive.” She taps her orange-painted nails on the laptop. “But you did say you have almost a billion dollars. So it’s probably okay?”

She looks up from the screen to wait for my response and there’s not an ounce of mischief there. She’s completely serious.

“Sure, it’s fine. Whatever you want,” I agree. “But why do we need three suites?”

“For our parents and Jake.”

Wait, what?

“You want to bring Jake on our honeymoon?” I ask, understanding now why we’re headed to Disneyland.

“Well, of course. It’s not just about us. Our marriage will be a celebration of us becoming a family. It’s a familymoon.”

God. My heart explodes when she says that.

“So I was thinking we should bring all of our parents along. Because they have a lot of catching up to do with Jake too. This would give them all a chance to bond.”

I was looking forward to a different sort of bonding. But Everly’s being beyond gracious to include Jake in our honeymoon. Familymoon. I should focus on that.

“Then if Jake is comfortable with it, he can alternate nights in his grandparents’ suites.”

I like where this is going.

“And then I thought maybe we could take off for a few nights on our own into the city,” she says, clicking on a tab that opens a page to the Paris Four Seasons.

I’m downright delighted that Jake just went down for the night.

And that he still sleeps like the dead.

And that Everly is snapping the laptop closed and taking off her shirt.

I’m a lucky, lucky man.