I wanted to do something special for our last night here. After the fiasco a few nights ago, Madeline and I seemed to have made up. Many, many times, we made-up.
She told me a couple nights ago about a dream that she had once, and I’ve been doing everything I can to make it come true for her. After all, being my wife, I wanted to satisfy her every desire.
I told Michael to have the night off, to go out to the shack near the pool and leave his headphones in for the rest of the night. I was pretty sure I was going to have my little Angel screaming down the house.
Grinning at the thought of that, I made my way down into the living area to break out some of the good scotch and a few glasses. Setting out an ice bucket and a few other goodies, I rubbed my hands together mischievously.
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