Damon's POV
I stared at the guest room in confusion. The spacious suite overlooked the pool and contained standard furnishings—a double bed, dresser, and television. Nothing unusual except for a white box with a gold ribbon sitting in the center of the bed. At the foot of the mattress lay painting supplies, a small can of paint, wallpaper samples, and a thick decoration catalog.
"Is this the surprise? You want to renovate?" I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice.
My wife laughed, clearly amused by my reaction. "Yes, we need to renovate this room. It's part of the surprise. Unless you'd prefer a different one?"
"Why this room specifically?" I asked, still not understanding her enthusiasm.
"Because we need to," she replied simply. I sighed inwardly. Women and their obsession with home improvements.
"We could hire professionals—" She cut me off before I could finish.
"We could," she acknowledged thoughtfully. "Come here." She guided me to the bed. "Sit."
