There goes the saying: Good n are either taken, married, or fictional.
Honestly, for the longest ti, I truly believed that. But now, standing in front of my kind husband, I couldn’t help but think that he fit the description perfectly.
He was taken by , married to , and ... thankfully, very real.
Maybe it was too soon to say if he’d stay this gentle forever, but so far, he hadn’t once disappointed . Every little thing he did was so thoughtful, so unintentionally sweet, that it made my heart flutter every single ti.
Like today, for example.
Lando had always used a manual wheelchair. I used to wonder why, though I never dared to ask. But today, he showed up in front of with an electric one.
He told he’d had the electric wheelchair for a long ti, but usually chose the manual one because it helped him exercise his arms.
"Then why change it all of a sudden?" I asked, tilting my head curiously.
Honestly, I thought he’d say it was because malls were big and he didn’t want to get tired from pushing himself around. But instead, he replied quietly, "If I used the manual one, you’d end up pushing the whole ti."
"Oh ...." I blinked. "Do you think that’s rude?"
"It’s not that." He cleared his throat and looked away, his voice softer now. "I just thought ... it’d be nice if you walked beside ."
He said it so casually, but sohow, those words felt sweeter than any love confession I’d ever heard.
He wanted to walk beside so we could have a nice, simple conversation like normal people. Honestly, I didn’t really care about doing things the "normal" way because it wasn’t sothing that mattered to .
But since he said it so sincerely, of course I wouldn’t turn him down.
"That ... sounds good," I said softly, my lips curving into a small smile. "Then maybe we can go now."
Out of habit, I reached out to push his wheelchair, but the mont my hand brushed the handle, Lando glanced up at and said gently, "You don’t have to push. I’ve got it."
"Oh—right!" I quickly pulled my hands back, feeling a little embarrassed. "Sorry. I forgot."
I walked beside him as we headed toward the car, sneaking small glances from the corner of my eye. For the first ti, I actually got to notice what he was wearing today.
During breakfast earlier, he had dressed casually ... though maybe a little too casually, considering he was still in his pajamas. Honestly, I never thought I’d see the great Lando Brixton—the man who always looked like he’d stepped straight out of a luxury magazine—sitting at the table in soft gray pajamas.
Now, though, he had changed into sothing completely different. A plain black T-shirt that fit perfectly against his fra and a pair of dark jeans.
Even though the outfit was simple, the man wearing it shone a little too brightly. Sohow, those basic clothes made him look like a model straight out of a magazine.
He looked so effortlessly good that I had to stop myself from staring for too long.
God, was I really allowed to have a husband this perfect?
Penny’s teasing voice rang in my head. [Careful, Host. You’re drooling.]
’I am not!’ I snapped back in my mind, maybe a little too defensively.
[Oh, sure you’re not. You’ve been staring at him for thirty seconds straight. Want to start a tir next ti?]
I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to smile. ’I wasn’t staring. I was just ... appreciating the view!’
[Sa thing, Host.]
I rolled my eyes, but deep down, I knew Penny wasn’t entirely wrong. How could anyone not look at him?
In the car, we didn’t talk much, just exchanged a few small comnts about which mall we should visit or what we might do once we got there.
Penny had already listed everything I needed to do for the quest, so I wasn’t worried. Still, I didn’t tell Lando the full plan because it’d ruin the fun if it all felt too calculated.
Luckily, the mall we chose was disability-friendly, so Lando wouldn’t have any trouble getting around.
Once we got out at the drop-off area, I waved to his driver before turning back to Lando. Since neither of us was hungry yet, we decided to head straight for the cinema.
But as soon as I looked at the posters on the wall, my smile fell.
Every. Single. Movie. Was. A. Horror. Or. A. Thriller.
Why are they all so dark?! It wasn’t even Halloween season!
"The movies are ... kind of dark," I said, eyeing the posters lined up on the wall. "Do you like this kind of movie?" I asked Lando, glancing at him curiously.
He probably wasn’t into these kinds of movies, right? He always looked so serious, the type who wouldn’t waste his ti on sothing silly like ghosts, superstitions, or cursed voodoo dolls.
"Oh, I know this one," he said suddenly, pointing at a poster of a clown holding a bloody chainsaw. "I didn’t realize they made a new version of the old one. Do you want to watch it?"
A freaking clown with a bloody chainsaw!
Why in the world would anyone look at that and think, "Yes, that’s the one"? The poster itself practically scread ’I will cut your head off!’
And yet, Lando looked genuinely excited about it.
Maybe ... maybe we didn’t have to watch a movie after all. We could just skip the cinema part.
[Then you’ll lose $4,000 just because you refused to watch a two-hour movie.]
That two-hour movie could give a heart attack!
[Maybe you can pick the bed cinema. When the movie gets too scary, you can just hide under the blanket.]
[That sounds easy, right?]
Oh ... Penny was right! I could just cover my eyes the whole ti!
"Husband, let’s try the bed cinema!" I said, my voice way too cheerful for soone about to watch a horror film. "They just opened those new seats a few months ago, and I’ve never tried them!"
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