You're on a private jet with your billionaire husband.

He was sitting next to you, admiring you while you were gazing out the window: So.. where are you taking me?" You asked, looking at him.

He chuckled, "I'm surprised you haven't guessed."

You raised a brow, slightly confused, "Guessed.. what?"

"We're currently island shopping." He casually answered.

Your jaw dropped. "Wait a minute," You said, "Did you say island shopping?"

He nodded, "Correct."

You were so unbelievably shocked that you started to laugh. "Why on earth would I need an island?"

"You're an author, correct?" "Yes, but-“

"Writers need peace and quiet," He said, "So whenever you need to work, you can just hop on a plane and go to your island."

A wide smile grew on your face. You looked back out the window and saw a heart shaped island. You gasped. "That one!" You excitedly said, "I want that one!"

He reached for your hand, gently grabbed it, and brought it to his lips. "Then it's yours." He said, sweetly kissing it.