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“M, just trust me. I want this to be a surprise, so I would be ever so grateful if you would wear this until we reach our destination.” He clasps his hands together, pleading. Even though his tone is joking, his eyes are begging me to give him this.
“I always trust you. But if you try anything sneaky, I’ll throat punch you.” I bat my eyelashes and give my best fake smile before turning around.
He has the blindfold securely in place before he leans in to whisper in my ear, “Define sneaky.” I have no time to respond before I’m whisked out the door and off to whatever adventure this crazy man has planned.
We’ve been in the car for a while—at least it feels like a while. We’ve talked about everything and nothing, but it has been wonderful. There hasn’t been a moment of awkward silence. We’ve laughed and shared, and I’m more at ease now than I have been in so long.
“Here we are!” Rhett says, with what sounds like a mix between excitement and worry.
The car rolls to a stop before he’s out and opening my door. He grabs my hand and leads me a little ways through what feels like grass. He positions me right where he wants me before he comes to stand behind me.
“Welcome home, M,” he says quietly as he removes the blindfold. I blink a few times, adjusting to the low light. When my eyes take in everything before me, I am momentarily stunned silent.
I’m staring up at something I never thought that I would see again: our treehouse. The place where I went to grieve the loss of my mom and find acceptance of my new family. The place where Rhett held my hand and vowed to always be my best friend. The place I clung to as my sanctuary for two of the most traumatic years of my childhood.
It’s been repainted recently, and the inside is lit up. The memories begin to flood my mind, and I can’t form a complete sentence. I look to Rhett with tears in my eyes.
“What? I mean, how? Rhett, what in the world?”
“Linda moved to Georgia a few years ago to be closer to her son. The timing was just right. I was able to buy this house for a great deal. And this was something I could never part with,” he explains, gesturing to the treehouse. “C’mon up, M. Let’s have dinner.”
He flashes me a smile and helps me up. I crawl through the makeshift door that’s still hanging on the front, and I take in all that is our treehouse. Twinkling lights are strewn across the ceiling, providing a soft light. Two new red beanbags sit on one end. A basket and a bottle of wine sit in the middle of the floor. I climb onto the beanbag directly across from the door and watch as Rhett climbs through.
“Dinner is served,” he says as he reaches for the basket. “Peanut butter, jelly, and bananas.” He hands me a sandwich. Peanut butter, jelly, and bananas—my absolute favorite sandwich. I used to beg my mom for these when I was little. If I had it my way, I would have eaten them for every meal, every day. It’s been years since I’ve had one. He opens up a container of fruit and pours the wine into some plastic cups. “It’s nothing fancy, I know. I just thought it would be a great way to bring a smile to your face. And that’s all I want, M. Your smile.”
“It’s perfect, Rhett. Better than any five-star restaurant.”
We make small talk over our sandwiches and wine, catching up on the ins and outs of our lives that we missed over coffee the day before. We talk about my college experiences and the things that Rhett had to do for his EMT training. Just like the conversation in the car, it flows. It’s easy—just like everything with Rhett has always been.
“So, tell me about the trail of broken hearts you’ve left,” he says after putting away the trash and settling in.
“No broken hearts. I haven’t really dated anyone seriously…well, ever. I’ve dated a few guys here and there, but nothing ever really got serious. Relationships aren’t my thing. They bring complications that I
“I always trust you. But if you try anything sneaky, I’ll throat punch you.” I bat my eyelashes and give my best fake smile before turning around.
He has the blindfold securely in place before he leans in to whisper in my ear, “Define sneaky.” I have no time to respond before I’m whisked out the door and off to whatever adventure this crazy man has planned.
We’ve been in the car for a while—at least it feels like a while. We’ve talked about everything and nothing, but it has been wonderful. There hasn’t been a moment of awkward silence. We’ve laughed and shared, and I’m more at ease now than I have been in so long.
“Here we are!” Rhett says, with what sounds like a mix between excitement and worry.
The car rolls to a stop before he’s out and opening my door. He grabs my hand and leads me a little ways through what feels like grass. He positions me right where he wants me before he comes to stand behind me.
“Welcome home, M,” he says quietly as he removes the blindfold. I blink a few times, adjusting to the low light. When my eyes take in everything before me, I am momentarily stunned silent.
I’m staring up at something I never thought that I would see again: our treehouse. The place where I went to grieve the loss of my mom and find acceptance of my new family. The place where Rhett held my hand and vowed to always be my best friend. The place I clung to as my sanctuary for two of the most traumatic years of my childhood.
It’s been repainted recently, and the inside is lit up. The memories begin to flood my mind, and I can’t form a complete sentence. I look to Rhett with tears in my eyes.
“What? I mean, how? Rhett, what in the world?”
“Linda moved to Georgia a few years ago to be closer to her son. The timing was just right. I was able to buy this house for a great deal. And this was something I could never part with,” he explains, gesturing to the treehouse. “C’mon up, M. Let’s have dinner.”
He flashes me a smile and helps me up. I crawl through the makeshift door that’s still hanging on the front, and I take in all that is our treehouse. Twinkling lights are strewn across the ceiling, providing a soft light. Two new red beanbags sit on one end. A basket and a bottle of wine sit in the middle of the floor. I climb onto the beanbag directly across from the door and watch as Rhett climbs through.
“Dinner is served,” he says as he reaches for the basket. “Peanut butter, jelly, and bananas.” He hands me a sandwich. Peanut butter, jelly, and bananas—my absolute favorite sandwich. I used to beg my mom for these when I was little. If I had it my way, I would have eaten them for every meal, every day. It’s been years since I’ve had one. He opens up a container of fruit and pours the wine into some plastic cups. “It’s nothing fancy, I know. I just thought it would be a great way to bring a smile to your face. And that’s all I want, M. Your smile.”
“It’s perfect, Rhett. Better than any five-star restaurant.”
We make small talk over our sandwiches and wine, catching up on the ins and outs of our lives that we missed over coffee the day before. We talk about my college experiences and the things that Rhett had to do for his EMT training. Just like the conversation in the car, it flows. It’s easy—just like everything with Rhett has always been.
“So, tell me about the trail of broken hearts you’ve left,” he says after putting away the trash and settling in.
“No broken hearts. I haven’t really dated anyone seriously…well, ever. I’ve dated a few guys here and there, but nothing ever really got serious. Relationships aren’t my thing. They bring complications that I
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