I looked up at his handsome face, his eyes covered by the little blindfold he’d allowed me to put on him before we left.
“Can you handle walking the rest of the way without getting injured, Myome?”
“Yeah. I’ve got it.”
He exhaled but his arm fell from around me and I squeezed his hand before I continued to pull him along. Once we were near the entrance, I reached up and pulled his blindfold down. He looked at me instead of the building behind me.
We smiled at each other like two idiots until I laughed out of pure happiness. He grabbed my face, leaned down, and kissed me softly.
I pulled back and shifted on my feet.
“Come on. We don’t want to be late.”
“Of course not.” Drix finally looked up. One of his eyebrows lifted and he glanced back at me. “What is this?”
“Open mic night.” I shimmied.
“Open mic night?”
“That’s right. I figured your perfect ear would love it, and without me dragging you along, you wouldn’t attend one by yourself. This could be good for your creative juices and the album you’ve been pouring your blood, sweat, and tears into.”
“Yeah, maybe.” He shrugged. “Let’s do it.”
He reached for my hand and we headed to the entrance. I’d specifically requested a table on the upper floor along the railing so we could see everything happening on stage.
I’d spent a lot of time thinking about what I wanted to get Drix that he wouldn’t just walk out of the house and buy himself. Music was our common point. It hadn’t been hard to axe dinner on a yacht or a nice restaurant for our one year anniversary. I’d wanted to do something that felt authentic to us but would be a special memory to look back on. I hoped this was it.
It had been hell getting Drix to agree to me planning our anniversary date, but after everything he did for me every other day of the year, it was the least I could do. I wanted him to feel supported, appreciated, and loved. He was a natural provider but he cared about me and my wants and I agreed to not do anything too crazy financially, which lessened the blow. He’d also made me agree that if anything requiring payment popped up, I’d let him take care of it. I wasn’t complaining.
Drix looked at the menu in front of him. I reached over and settled a hand on his arm.
“Only eat like an appetizer. We’re having dinner somewhere else after this.”
“Alright.” He flipped his menu and looked at the drink selection instead, even though I was positive he would get a beer.
He did.
I got a glass of wine.
“Alright. Our anniversary is tomorrow so I think we should start talking about the really deep stuff,” I announced.
“Alright.” Drix cracked his beer open. “Let’s hear it, Twin. What’s on your mind?”
“If we had to sell one of our houses, whose would we sell?”
“I don’t know.” He chuckled. “Why are you asking like I would make that final decision on my own?”
“Because I want your opinion.”
He took a drink and shrugged. “Probably yours. We spend more time at my place, plus I already have an in-home studio.”
“Your place is also closer to the city, the studio, and the label,” I agreed. “That’s valid.”
“You want babies?”
“Do you?” I countered.
“I’d be alright with a cool three, but if you’re not down for that, I won’t feel like my life is over or no shit like that.”