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New York, Sebastian
My new mansion in New York was beyond my wildest expectations. It was a grand and luxurious abode that exuded elegance and charm at every turn. The sprawling estate boasted beautiful architecture, spacious rooms, and a backyard that felt like a private oasis.
As I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie and running a hand through my hair, my thoughts drifted to Mia. Today was an important day for her as she had her second ultrasound appointment. Regrettably, I couldn’t be there for the appointment because of a work meeting that had been scheduled weeks in advance. However, I had promised her that I would land in New York in the evening and take her out for a special dinner to celebrate the occasion.
Just a few days ago, Mia had confided in me about a painful phone call from her father. The hurt in her voice was evident as she recounted her difficult childhood and the fact that her father didn’t love her. It was a revelation that shook me to my core, and I couldn’t fathom how someone could be so callous toward their own child.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
With one final adjustment of my tie, I made my way out of the bedroom, ready to head to Mia’s apartment. Today, I had decided to be the one behind the wheel, giving me a chance to soak in the sights of New York City.
As I stepped outside, the cool evening air greeted me, and I headed toward the car waiting for me in the driveway. The drive to Mia’s apartment was a pleasant one, and I couldn’t help but admire the city’s bustling energy.
When I arrived at her apartment building, I parked the car and made my way to her door. I knocked, and it was Bella, Mia’s close friend and confidante, who greeted me.
“Good evening, Mr. Thornton,” Bella greeted me with a warm smile before calling out to Mia, “Mrs. Thornton, your baby daddy is here!”
I stifled a chuckle at Bella’s playful announcement. She had a way of adding a dose of humor to every situation, and I appreciated her presence in Mia’s life. Bella’s support and friendship meant the world to Mia, and by extension, to me as well.
Moments later, the door swung open, and Mia appeared with a radiant smile on her face. Seeing her filled me with a sense of joy and anticipation. “Sebastian,” she greeted me with a loving smile, her eyes sparkling with happiness.
I couldn’t help but smile back at her, the sight of her always warming my heart. “Mia,” I replied, my voice filled with affection, “how was the appointment?”
Mia’s smile grew even brighter as she stepped closer, allowing me to wrap my arms around her in a warm embrace. “It was amazing,” she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. “We got to see our baby again, and everything looks perfect.”
I felt a surge of happiness and relief wash over me at her words. Knowing that our baby was healthy and thriving was a source of immense comfort and joy. “I’m so glad to hear that,” I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Mia’s forehead.
Bella, always attuned to our emotions, chimed in with her usual wit. “Well, aren’t you two just the perfect picture of happiness?” she teased, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
Mia giggled, pulling away from our embrace but keeping her hand securely in mine. “We are,” she replied, her gaze filled with affection as she looked up at me.
As we made our way back to the car, Mia filled me in on the details of the ultrasound appointment, sharing every moment of joy and excitement. Hearing her speak with such enthusiasm about our growing family filled me with an indescribable sense of contentment.
As we drove to the restaurant for our celebratory dinner, the evening lights of New York City glittered around us. I couldn’t help but think about how our lives were changing, how Mia and our unborn child had brought an incredible sense of love and purpose into my world.
The evening had taken on an air of elegance as Mia and I arrived at Restaurant Daniel, one of New York City’s finest dining establishments. I handed my keys to the valet, and as we stepped out of the car, I took Mia’s hand in mine, ready to share a memorable evening together.
Having made reservations well in advance, I confidently approached the reception desk. The maitre d’ recognized my name immediately, a testament to the reputation that had preceded me. With a polite nod, she guided us to our table, which was strategically positioned beneath a breathtaking chandelier, casting a warm and romantic glow.
Mia, adorned in a champagne-colored dress that gracefully revealed her bare back and featured a daring high slit, looked absolutely stunning. Her hair was elegantly styled in a sleek bun, accentuating her natural beauty. Every gaze in the room seemed to gravitate toward her, but tonight, she was mine to admire.
As we settled into our seats, a waiter appeared with a bottle of chilled champagne, his practiced hands expertly pouring the effervescent liquid into our crystal flutes. The golden bubbles danced upward, and I couldn’t help but smile at the promise of a special evening.
However, the surprises were far from over. With a moment of anticipation, I reached into my pocket and retrieved a small velvet box. It was a moment I had been waiting for, a moment to rectify a previous oversight.
Mia’s eyes widened with curiosity as the box landed on the table before her. “What is it?” she asked, her gaze shifting between me and the box.
“Open it,” I urged, my voice filled with warmth and anticipation.
Mia delicately lifted the lid of the box, and as her eyes met the contents, her breath caught in her throat. “Oh my god,” she gasped, her voice tinged with wonder, “it’s the same one I saw at Tiffany’s. It’s so beautiful.”
Inside the box lay a stunning diamond engagement ring, its brilliance rivaled only by the sparkle in Mia’s eyes. The ring was an exquisite work of art, a testament to my desire to make up for the simplicity of our wedding rings, which had been an unplanned and hurried affair.
I couldn’t help but smile as I watched Mia admire the ring, her fingers lightly grazing the glistening gemstone. “I saw you eyeing it that day in Los Angeles,” I admitted, my voice soft and filled with affection. “I wanted to make sure you had the ring of your dreams.”
Mia’s eyes met mine, shimmering with gratitude and love. “Sebastian, it’s perfect,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.
I reached across the table, taking her hand in mine and gently slipping the ring onto her finger. The moment the ring graced her hand, it seemed to come to life, reflecting the love and promise that existed between us.