John and I were celebrating our anniversary on a beautiful beach, the warm sun on our faces, and the waves gently crashing at our feet. Everything was perfect until, out of nowhere, a woman in a swimsuit came running over, dropped to her knees in front of John, and called his name.
My heart stopped. Who was she, and why was she kneeling in front of my husband? I had no idea that I was about to get the shock of my life.
“John! No, don’t leave me… John!” I cried out, waking up with a start, my heart racing. I sat up in bed, realizing it was all a nightmare—a terrifying dream of John leaving me on a tropical beach. The morning light was just starting to peek through the curtains, but I still felt the fear gripping my heart.
“Rosa? Are you okay?” John’s voice called from the hallway, filled with concern as he came into the room.
I sighed with relief, my racing heart beginning to calm down. “Yeah, just a bad dream. What time is it?”
John smiled, the worry fading from his face. “It’s almost 9. I made coffee,” he said, his voice soft and comforting. Then, with a playful grin, he added, “And… happy anniversary, sweetheart.”
My eyes widened as I realized—it was our 10th wedding anniversary! I jumped out of bed and hugged him tightly. “Happy anniversary, John! I can’t believe it’s been ten years.”
John’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands,” he instructed with a mysterious smile.
When I opened my eyes, there were two plane tickets in my hands. “The Dominican Republic? Are you serious?” I gasped, barely believing it.
John grinned, clearly enjoying my reaction. “We leave in three hours.”
I squealed in excitement, covering his face with kisses. “I can’t believe you did this!”
We rushed to pack our bags, my heart racing with anticipation. As I hurriedly threw clothes into a suitcase, I felt a wave of guilt. John had been working so hard, and we hadn’t spent much time together lately. This trip was exactly what we needed to reconnect.
The flight was a whirlwind of excitement, and when we landed, the warm tropical air embraced us like an old friend. As we drove along the coast to our resort, the sight of the bright turquoise waters left me speechless.
“How long have you been planning this?” I asked, amazed that he had managed to keep it a secret.
John smiled slyly. “It wasn’t easy with all those late nights at the office,” he confessed.
Another wave of guilt washed over me. “I’m sorry I’ve been so caught up in my own world. I know your work has been demanding,” I said, squeezing his hand.
He gently squeezed back, his voice soft. “That’s why we’re here—no work, no distractions. Just us.”
When we arrived at the resort, it was like a dream come true—palm trees swaying in the gentle breeze, the distant sound of waves creating a calming rhythm. Our room had a private balcony with a stunning view of the ocean; it felt like paradise.
John wrapped his arms around me from behind. “What do you think? Worth the wait?”
“It’s perfect,” I whispered, leaning into him. “You’re perfect.”
The next few days were a blissful blur. We lounged on the beach, sipped fresh coconuts, and danced under the starry sky. On the third evening, as we watched the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant shades of orange and pink, I rested my head on John’s chest, feeling completely at peace.
“Why haven’t we done this before?” I asked, my fingers tracing lazy circles on his arm.
John chuckled softly. “There’s no better time than our anniversary. Plus, I wanted it to be a surprise.”
I smiled, thinking about the surprise I still had for him. My hand drifted to my stomach, where our little secret was growing. I had discovered I was pregnant just before the trip and had been waiting for the perfect moment to tell him.
Just as I was about to speak, John suggested, “Let’s take a walk on the beach.”
We strolled hand in hand along the shoreline, the warm water playfully lapping at our feet. I reached into my pocket for the small gift box I had brought, ready to share my news. But just as I opened my mouth to speak, a woman in a white swimsuit came running toward us.
She 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 like a stone. Who was this woman? What was she saying? John, however, burst out laughing. My mind was spinning—was this some kind of cruel joke?
To my surprise, John helped the woman to her feet and gave her a big hug. I felt tears start to form in my eyes. “John, who is she?” I asked, my voice trembling.
John quickly explained, still smiling. “Rosa, this is Julia. We went to college together. It’s a prank—she promised to get back at me for a joke I played on her years ago.”
Julia grinned, looking a bit embarrassed. “I couldn’t resist,” she said.
I let out a shaky laugh, feeling the tension slowly leave my body. “I almost had a heart attack, you two!”
John pulled me close, his voice filled with apology. “I’m sorry, Rosa. I had no idea she was here.”
With the tension easing, I remembered the gift box in my pocket. “Actually, I have something for you too,” I said, handing it to him.
John opened the small box, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a tiny locket shaped like baby feet. His eyes widened with surprise and joy. “You’re… we’re… Oh my God, Rosa!”
“I’m pregnant!” I exclaimed, unable to hold back my happiness.
John lifted me up and spun me around, laughing. Julia, grinning from ear to ear, offered to take a picture, capturing the joy on our faces as the sun set behind us.
Hand in hand, we walked back to the resort, our hearts full of happiness. This trip wasn’t just a celebration of our anniversary—it marked the beginning of an exciting new chapter in our lives. And with John by my side, I couldn’t wait to see where our journey would take us next.