Megan's POV
"Mrs. Pritzgold, these flowers are for you, Ma'am," the waitress said as she handed me a bouquet of varieties of colorful flowers.
"Thank you, Miss," I said after I received the flowers.
"You are welcome," she replied and excused herself.
We were in the middle of our dinner, and I couldn't believe I got a bouquet from my husband, and my smile widened as I read the tag.
l couldn't help closing my eyes as I inhaled the fresh roses, baby's breath, and pink and white Liliums.
"Thank you, my love, and you never fail to surprise me, Ashton," I said after I opened my eyes and put the bouquet on top of the table.
"You are welcome, my love. I hope you like them," he said with a wide grin.
"I love them," I mumbled as I took his hand.
We ate and talked, and I couldn't deny I was having so much fun with Ashton. Having my husband near me always gives me happy vibes, and I will always feel complete.
