It Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover (z-lib.org).epub

He smiles and then says, “I know you need a minute to process
everything, but you haven’t seen the best part and it’s killing me.”
“Show me!”
He grins and pulls me to my feet. We make our way through the living
room and down a hallway. He opens each door and tells me what the
rooms are, but doesn’t even give me time to go in any of them. By the time
we make it to the master bedroom, I’ve concluded that we live in a threebedroom,
two-bath apartment. With an office.
I don’t even have time to process the beauty of the bedroom as he pulls
me across the room. He reaches a wall covered by a curtain and he turns
and faces me. “It’s not a ground that you can plant a garden in, but with a
few pots, it can come close.” He pulls the curtain aside and opens a door,
revealing a huge balcony. I follow him outside, already daydreaming about
all the potted plants I could fit up here.
“It overlooks the same view as the rooftop deck,” he says. “We’ll always
have the same view we had from the night we met.”
It took a while to sink in, but it all hits me in this moment and I just
start crying. Ryle pulls me to his chest and wraps his arms tightly around
me. “Lily,” he whispers, running his hand over my hair. “I didn’t mean to
make you cry.”
I laugh between my tears. “I just can’t believe I live here.” I pull away
from his chest and look up at him. “Are we rich? How can you afford this?”
He laughs. “You married a neurosurgeon, Lily. You aren’t necessarily
strapped for cash.”
His comment makes me laugh and then I cry some more. And then we
have our very first visitor because someone begins pounding on the door.
“Allysa,” he says. “She’s been waiting down the hall.”
I run to the front door and swing it open and we both hug and squeal
and I might even cry a little more.
We spend the rest of the evening at our new apartment. Ryle orders
Chinese takeout and Marshall comes down to eat with us. We have no
tables or chairs yet, so the four of us sit in the middle of the living room
floor and eat straight out of the containers. We talk about how we’ll
decorate, we talk about all the neighborly things we’ll do together, we talk
about Allysa’s impending delivery.
It’s everything and more.
I can’t wait to tell my mother.