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Chaz pushed his plate away, stood, and gathered their plates. “I’ll clean this up and then I want to show you something.”
“Thanks for dinner. Another amazing meal,” Chelsea said with a smile.
When he returned, he pulled her wheelchair back from the table and headed to the door.
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Ooh … I love surprises.”
It was Labour Day weekend and Chaz had spent his Saturday in the baby’s room, working non-stop. Probably where we’re headed.
She was right about their destination but had no idea what he’d been doing this past month in that room, having given her strict instructions it was a no-go zone. Oh, they’d poured over online catalogues together and chosen furniture and accessories, but Madie never saw any of it. Painting the room and adding accesso
