Just as John and I basked in our anniversary bliss on the beach, a woman in a swimsuit ran up, knelt before him, and uttered his name. My heart stopped. Who was she, and what could she possibly want from my husband? Little did I know, I was in for a tear-jerking awakening that day.
“JOHN… No, please don’t leave me… John!” I shrieked, jolting awake in an empty bed. My heart was racing as I realized it was just a nightmare. I’m Rosa, and I just had the worst dream ever. My husband John had abandoned me in some tropical paradise, surrounded by turquoise waters and swaying palm trees. As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, I tried to shake off the uneasy feeling.
“Rosa? You okay?” John’s voice called from the hallway. He appeared in the doorway, a concerned look on his face.
I let out a sigh of relief. “Yeah, just a bad dream. What time is it?”
“It’s almost 9. I made coffee,” he said with a smile. “Oh, and happy anniversary, sweetheart.”
My eyes widened. How could I forget? It was our 10th wedding anniversary! I jumped out of bed and threw my arms around him. “Happy anniversary, John! I can’t believe it’s been ten years already.”
John’s eyes twinkled with excitement. “I’ve got a surprise for you. Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
I did as he asked, feeling something light placed in my palms. When I opened my eyes, I saw two plane tickets.
“No way,” I gasped, reading the destination. “The Dominican Republic? Are you serious?”
John grinned. “Pack your bags, babe. We leave in three hours.”
I squealed with delight, peppering his face with kisses. “John, this is amazing! I can’t believe you did this!”
“Better hurry,” he laughed. “You’ve got 20 minutes to pack before we need to hit the road.”
As I rushed to throw clothes into a suitcase, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. John had been so busy with work lately, and I hadn’t seen much of him. This trip was exactly what we needed to reconnect.
“Ready for our adventure?” John asked, leaning against the doorframe.
I zipped up my bag and smiled. “With you? Always.”
The flight to the Dominican Republic was a blur of excitement and anticipation. As we stepped off the plane, the warm tropical air enveloped us like a welcoming embrace.
“Oh my God, John, it’s beautiful!” I exclaimed, taking in the lush greenery and vibrant colors surrounding the airport.
John squeezed my hand. “Just wait until you see where we’re staying.”
The car pulled up to a stunning beachfront resort. Palm trees swayed in the breeze, and I could hear the gentle lapping of waves on the shore.
The next couple of days were a whirlwind of sun, sand, and pure bliss. We lounged on the beach, sipping from fresh coconuts and indulging in mouthwatering seafood. Every night, we danced bachata under the stars, our bodies moving in perfect sync.
As we lay there, I thought about the little surprise I had for John. My hand unconsciously drifted to my stomach, where our little secret was growing. I’d found out I was pregnant just before the trip and had been waiting for the perfect moment to tell him.
“What’s on your mind?” John asked, noticing my thoughtful expression.
I smiled mysteriously. “Oh, nothing. Just thinking about how lucky I am.”
He kissed the top of my head. “I’m the lucky one.”
As the last rays of sunlight painted the sky in brilliant oranges and pinks, John sat up suddenly. “Hey, want to take a walk on the beach? The sunset’s always magical here.”
I nodded eagerly, already planning how I’d reveal my news. “Sounds perfect.”
We strolled hand in hand along the shoreline, the warm water lapping at our feet. The fading light cast a golden glow over the beach and made everything look magical.
I took a deep breath, reaching into my pocket to feel the small gift box I’d brought from New York.
“John, there’s something I want to tell you—” I said.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the dimming light, running towards us. Before I could process what was happening, a woman in a white swimsuit dropped to her knees in front of John.
John’s face drained of color, his mouth opening and closing without a sound. And then, to my utter disbelief, he burst out laughing.
My heart pounded in my chest as John’s laughter echoed across the beach. Was this some kind of sick joke?
I watched in horror as he reached down and helped the woman to her feet, pulling her into a tight hug.
“You couldn’t choose a better time, right?” John chuckled, still holding the stranger.
A pang of guilt hit me as I remembered how distant we’d been lately. “I’m sorry I’ve been so wrapped up in my own stuff. I know your new project has been demanding.”
John’s expression softened. “Hey, that’s why we’re here. No work, no distractions. Just us.”
But who was this woman? I needed answers before I could move on from this unexpected beach episode.
With this tiny bundle of joy nestled inside me and with my John by my side, I was looking forward to nothing but happiness.
“Ready to head back?” John asked, picking up our bags.
I nodded, taking one last look at the beautiful sunset. “Ready for anything, as long as it’s with you.”
Hand in hand, we walked back to our resort, our hearts full of love and our minds filled with dreams of the future. This trip had been more than just an anniversary celebration. It was the beginning of a whole new chapter in our lives and I couldn’t wait to see what adventures lay ahead.
Here’s another story: When an entitled couple refused to pay plumber Pete, he had a trick up his sleeve that would leave them with a bathroom crawling with regret.
But hey, who am I to judge? Life’s definitely full of surprises!
