As John and I celebrated our anniversary on a serene beach, a woman in a swimsuit suddenly knelt in front of him, calling his name. My heart skipped a beat. Who was she, and why was she approaching my husband? I didn’t know this moment would lead to a shocking revelation.
“JOHN… Don’t leave me!” I screamed, waking up from a nightmare. My heart raced as I realized it was just a dream. I’m Rosa, and the thought of John abandoning me in paradise was terrifying. The sunlight creeping into the room helped calm me, but the lingering unease remained.
“Rosa? You okay?” John’s voice brought me back to reality. He entered the room, concern on his face.
“Yeah, just a bad dream,” I replied, relieved he was there. “What time is it?”
“Almost 9. I made coffee,” he said with a smile. “Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”
I had forgotten! It was our 10th wedding anniversary. I hugged him tightly, overwhelmed by how quickly the years had passed.
John, eyes twinkling with excitement, said, “I’ve got a surprise for you. Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” When I opened them, there were two plane tickets.
“The Dominican Republic? Are you serious?” I gasped.
John grinned, “Pack your bags, we leave in three hours.”
I rushed to pack, thrilled by the surprise but feeling a bit guilty. John had been busy with work lately, and we hadn’t had much time together. This trip was exactly what we needed to reconnect.
The flight was a blur of excitement. When we arrived in the Dominican Republic, the tropical air welcomed us warmly. I marveled at the beauty of the island as we headed to our resort. John had pulled off the perfect surprise, and I was eager to relax and enjoy time with him.
The resort was stunning, and our room overlooked the ocean. As I stood on the balcony, breathing in the salty air, John embraced me from behind. “What do you think?” he asked. “Worth the wait?”
“It’s perfect,” I said, turning to kiss him. In that moment, everything felt right.
The next couple of days were filled with joy and relaxation. We lounged on the beach, danced under the stars, and savored the peaceful moments together. It was the perfect escape from our busy lives, and I cherished every second.
On our third evening, as the sun set in brilliant hues of orange and pink, we lay together on a sun lounger. I rested my head on John’s chest, thinking about the surprise I had for him. I had found out I was pregnant just before the trip and had been waiting for the perfect time to tell him.
“John, there’s something I want to tell you—” I began, but before I could continue, a woman appeared, running toward us. To my shock, she knelt before John, declaring her love and asking him to marry her.
I froze, confused and hurt. Was this some sort of joke? John, looking stunned, burst out laughing. He introduced the woman as Julia, a college friend, explaining that she was pulling a prank on him, as payback for a joke he once played on her.
Relief washed over me as I realized it was all a misunderstanding. John hugged me, apologizing for the scare. With the tension gone, I remembered my own surprise.
“John, I have something to tell you,” I said, handing him a small gift box. Inside was a silver chain with a tiny locket in the shape of baby feet.
His eyes widened in disbelief and joy. “You’re pregnant?” he asked, lifting me off the ground in celebration.
“I’m pregnant!” I confirmed with a smile.
Julia congratulated us and snapped a picture to capture the moment. As John and I stood on the beach, hand in hand, watching the sunset, we felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and anticipation for the future.
This trip wasn’t just a celebration of our anniversary; it was the beginning of a new chapter in our lives. We couldn’t wait for the adventures ahead.