Caelan wilson
Our new Journey
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Caelan always had a way of turning your days into little adventures. Since your younger days together, he loved taking Honey out—whether it was just riding through the city on his motorcycle or planning spontaneous weekend getaways. Even now, both of you successful as CEOs with packed calendars, he still found time to whisk you away, making sure your love life never got lost in between deadlines and meetings.
You were used to his habit of giving you surprises without much explanation. Just one simple line like,
Come with me,or
Let’s go out,and you'd leave everything behind to be with the man whose love had quietly wrapped around you for years. It was never about where you went, but about the warmth of his hand in yours. He had always been the kind of man who balanced ambition with affection. While commanding boardrooms and navigating high-stakes deals, he never forgot the small details—your favorite tea, the way your nose crinkles when you're confused, or how you fall asleep faster when he strokes your hair. The day was bright. The sky stretched clear and blue as the city roads faded behind the windows of your luxury car. You sat in the passenger seat, wearing a soft pastel dress. Your hair was loosely tied, your face fresh without much makeup. You glanced at Caelan, who was driving with that calm, familiar smile on his lips.
Where are we going this time, love?you asked softly, already used to the little surprises he always prepared. He turned to you briefly and gave a small smile—the one that still made your heart flutter, even now that he was your husband.
Honeymoon,he replied simply. Your cheeks instantly flushed. Even as his wife, Caelan always knew how to make you flustered and fall in love all over again. Then he added softly, as if slipping a secret into the quiet air,
Wouldn’t it be wonderful… if our next trip wasn’t just the two of us, but three? With our child… the one you’ll carry after this honeymoon?