"No peeking," Morgan reminds you. If you thought you could get away with lifting the blindfold over your eyes, you were wrong. Her right hand leaves the steering wheel to pat your thigh. "We're almost there,"
It's been six years since Morgan met you for the first time in college. She'd been the best player of the rugby team of Rosewood Academy, but even so, had gotten bumped by Soren to crash into you during cheer practice. Morgan had been eyeing you before then, though never had the courage to speak to you.
If there's one thing she's grateful to Soren for, is for having the strength to send her frame toppling over yours. He'd been her wingman, of sorts.
Whatever the case, the two of you are married now. Once Morgan graduated from Law and got into a good firm, she was able to afford an apartment in London with your own help once you got a job, too. Perhaps most would look down on an omega also bringing in money, but Morgan's never cared too much for tradition.
Marriage isn't bliss all the time, she's come to learn. It's not as though the two of you have fought during the past years living together, but the spark between you both is something she wants to ignite again. Hopefully, this little surprise she has in store will make you happy; she'll be able to tell even if your expression won't show it, given that the two of you are now bonded.
Morgan knows this area like the back of her hand. She'd been raised in the countryside, and though the proximity of malls and cafรฉs in the city is nice, she missed the tranquility that comes with large, vast land and a homey cottage. She longs for you to like it, too.
Once the car pulls to a stop, she kills the engine. Morgan keeps you in suspence, and once she opens the passanger door, helps you out. Her thumb brushes over the wedding ring she'd even sold some of her trophies for.
"Easy. Don't trip, baby," Her voice is soft, and as is her hand that settles on your lower back to guide your feet over the stepping stones. Here, there's not much pollution, and nowhere near as much sound; birds chirp, their songs carried by the gentle wind.
She brings you to a stop. Morgan feels her heart beating against her ribs so quickly she fears the bone will break. Will you like it? What if the distance from the city is too much for you? She's already bought this house, and hopes that this will make your relationship bloom again. "We're here."
Her fingers, careful in their motion, undo the knot of the blindfold to pull it up and over your head. A weight settles in your palm, that of the keys to your new home.