John and I were on a beautiful beach, soaking up the joy of our anniversary. The sun was shining, the waves were gently crashing, and everything felt perfect. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a woman in a swimsuit came running toward us. She dropped to her knees in front of John and called his name.
My heart froze. Who was she? What did she want with my husband? I had no idea that everything was about to change.
“John! No, don’t leave me… John!” I screamed, bolting upright in bed, my heart racing. I realized it was just a nightmare—a terrifying vision of John leaving me alone on a sunny beach. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down as the morning light began to creep through the curtains.
“Rosa? Are you okay?” John’s voice came from the hallway, filled with concern. He stepped into the room, looking worried.
I exhaled deeply, relieved to see him. “Yeah, just a bad dream. What time is it?”
“Almost 9. I made some coffee,” he replied with a warm smile. “And… happy anniversary, sweetheart.”
My eyes widened. How could I have forgotten? 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.”
John’s eyes twinkled with excitement. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands,” he said with a grin.
I did as he asked, and when I opened my eyes, I saw two plane tickets in my hands. “The Dominican Republic? Are you serious?” I gasped, feeling a surge of excitement.
John nodded, his grin growing wider. “We leave in three hours.”
I squealed with joy, covering his face with kisses. “I can’t believe you did this!”
As I rushed to pack, a wave of guilt washed over me. John had been working so hard lately, and I had barely seen him. This trip was exactly what we needed to reconnect.
The flight was filled with excitement, and when we finally arrived, the warm tropical air greeted us like a welcoming hug. As we drove along the coast to our resort, I couldn’t take my eyes off the stunning turquoise waters.
“How long have you been planning this?” I asked, amazed that he had kept this a secret.
John smiled slyly. “It wasn’t easy, especially with all those late nights at the office.”
I felt another twinge of guilt. “I’m sorry I’ve been so caught up in my own world. I know your work has been demanding.”
John squeezed my hand and reassured me, “That’s why we’re here—no work, no distractions. Just us.”
When we arrived at the resort, it was like stepping into a dream. Palm trees swayed in the gentle breeze, and the sound of waves softly whispered in the background. Our room had a private balcony overlooking the ocean—paradise in every sense of the word.
John wrapped his arms around me from behind and whispered, “What do you think? Worth the wait?”
“It’s perfect,” I replied softly. “You’re perfect.”
For the next few days, we were lost in a world of bliss. We lounged on the beach, sipping from coconuts, and danced under the stars. On the third evening, we watched the sunset paint the sky with vibrant oranges and pinks. I rested my head on John’s chest, feeling completely content.
“Why haven’t we done this before?” I asked, lazily tracing circles on his arm.
John chuckled. “There’s no better time than our anniversary. Plus, I wanted it to be a surprise.”
I smiled to myself, thinking about the surprise I still had for him. My hand drifted to my stomach, where our little secret was growing. I had found out I was pregnant just before the trip and was waiting for the perfect moment to tell him.
Before I could say anything, John suggested, “Let’s take a walk on the beach.”
We strolled along the shoreline, hand in hand, the warm water lapping at our feet. I reached into my pocket for the small gift box I had brought with me, ready to reveal my secret. But just as I was about to speak, a woman in a white swimsuit ran up to us, dropped to her knees in front of John, and cried out, “John!
You’re the love of my life. It’s time you stop pretending and tell her everything. Will you marry me?”
I froze, my heart sinking. Who was this woman? And why was she saying such things? John stood there, stunned for a moment, before bursting into laughter. My mind raced. Was this some kind of cruel joke?
To my shock, John helped the woman to her feet and hugged her tightly. Tears welled up in my eyes as I asked, “John, who is she?”
John quickly explained, “Rosa, this is Julia. We went to college together. It’s just a prank—she promised to get back at me for a joke I played on her years ago.”
Julia grinned sheepishly. “I couldn’t resist,” she admitted with a laugh.
I let out a shaky laugh of relief. “I almost had a heart attack, you two!”
John pulled me close and kissed my forehead. “I’m sorry, Rosa. I had no idea she’d be here.”
Feeling the weight lift off my shoulders, I suddenly remembered the gift in my pocket. “Actually, I have something for you too,” I said, my heart pounding with anticipation.
I handed him the small box. He opened it to find a delicate silver necklace with a tiny locket shaped like baby feet. John’s eyes widened with surprise and then filled with pure joy. “You’re… we’re… Oh my God, Rosa!”
I beamed at him. “I’m pregnant!”
John picked me up and spun me around, laughing with happiness. Julia, still smiling, offered to take a picture. She captured our joy as the sun set behind us, painting everything in golden light.
Hand in hand, we walked back to the resort, our hearts overflowing with happiness. This trip wasn’t just a celebration of our anniversary—it was the beginning of a beautiful new chapter. And with John by my side, I knew that whatever the future held, we would face it together.
