I nodded. I absolutely understood where he was coming from. Being CEO of my own company gave me a type of freedom and self-determination I couldn’t come by any other way.
“I’ve been thinking about all the press attention we’ve gotten over the past couple of months,” he continued. “It seems a waste not to take advantage of that.”
“Take advantage how?” I asked.
The corner of his mouth lifted, and his eyes glimmered with something new. “I had the thought that we should write our own story. Our way. Our words. Our experience. And that idea sparked another idea.” He took in a breath. “I want to start my own publication, Viv. One people can rely on for thorough,truthful reporting. As unbiased as possible. None of this clickbait and quick, shoddy journalism. I know it won’t be easy, but?—”
“Yes,” I blurted out, unable to contain myself a second longer. “Yes. It’s absolutely perfect for you. There’s not a single doubt in my mind that you’ll find success.”
His mouth stretched into a huge smile, and I hugged him with every ounce of energy I had. I hugged him so fully that my eyes started to burn and brim with tears.
“Thank you,” he said as we held each other. “For believing in me.”
I turned my head to kiss his neck.
“And for bringing me maple bars,” he said. “I’ve been having really, really awful withdrawals.”
I gave a watery laugh and pulled back to look at him, this man who’d turned my world upside down, only for me to realize I’d landed right-side up. “I love you.”
He closed his eyes and held me with a satisfaction so deep, I felt it in my own bones. “Of all the truths in the world,” he said, “that one’s the most important to me by a landslide. Well, second most.”
I gave a bemused laugh. “And the first one?”
He brushed the hair off my forehead, tucking it behind my ear. “That I loveyou.” And then he pressed his mouth to mine.