Surprise

Little did I know the Love Day surprises weren’t over.

As soon as we’re home — the very second we get home in fact, Hugo kicks off shoes and dress suit, and I double over with laughter as his body visibly relaxes once he’s free of the dreaded bowtie. In a minute he slips into his most comfortable pajamas, and he’s his usual self again.

I’m less of a slob, I tell him, so I go and take a bath in one of our bathrooms. Not the en-suite, as I want to go for one of the more sophisticated ones. So I leave Hugo alone in our bedroom, even though I strongly hinted that I wouldn’t mind him accompanying me.

But when I come back I understand that I had played right into his plans.

And I also understand that if he had time to set all of this up, I take way longer than I thought in the bathroom.

Our little home among the stars.

Hugo did what he does best — he transformed a common floor into a romantic nook.

We spend hours there, watching the stars, and the city, and talking.

And eating the cake.

How can you lift me up so easily?