I could only stare at the place. In complete awe.
"Well, I spoke with Amandla and she helped me pick some things that we thought you might like. If you don't like it, then we can change it," Jackson said next to me.
"You did this...for me?" I whispered, my voice breaking slightly. I blinked and tears rolled down my face.
"Of course, my love," he said rubbing my back gently. "Those better be happy tears," I nodded, smiling through the tears.
"This is...beautiful," I breathed out.
The house had splashes of different shades of grey and blue, with a few colors here and there; not to throw everything off. The black couch was replaced with a white one, fluffy pillows adorning it. There were different lamps on the side. It wasn't the couch, the table, lamps or TV and stuff that caught my eye
