To life at the house was not very different to the last week at the apartement. When Sidney was at home we mostly spend time together, having a lot of fun and making plans about California. Like me showing him all my favourite places, him meeting all of my friends there, us going to the beach, to some parks, to a winery. He really wanted to go there. He told me that one of his dreams is to live on a vineyard some day. And California has pretty good vineyards.
On Wednesday I had to go to Munich for a meeting with my cousine at her advertising-agency. And because Sidney had to be at the movie-set early, too I decided to go by cab to Heathrow. Boarding was around 8 am, so I had to leave the house at 5 am. That's like midnight for me. I was so tired and not ready to get up when my clock started to beep at 4 am. I growled and wanted it to shut up immediately, but a heavenly voice whisperd in my ear
'Good morning my love'
Damn, why is he always awake before me? Why is he always in such a good temper? Why is he always so wonderful?
'I don't want to get up' me still growling and now snuggeling into Sidneys arms. Inhaling his scent, kissing his neck, his chest
'I want to stay here in bed. With you. Forever.'
After a few more minutes of stroking and kissing each other he said
'I know. I would love to stay here with you. But we really need to get up. I need to be at the castle in two hours and you have a flight to catch'
I knew he was right. That's why I decided to get up, shower and dress myself. Lucky me Sidney had made me a cup of coffee, holding it to me when I entered the kitchen.
'You are looking gorgeous' he told me, making me blushing. What makes him smile even more at me, his eyes telling me, that he loves me. Well, of course he was not less beautiful. Standing right in front of me, barefoot and only wearing his black pj.
'Thank you. You are looking so wonderful, too ... making me want to take you to bed with me ... now.' but thankfully both of my hands holding the cup of coffee and I knew that I need to go to Munich.
When I landed in it was great - back at home, somehow. I'm not from Munich but from a town near by and finally it's Bavaria. The meeting was great, everybody appreciated my work and I got few more things to do. Afterwards I had also a nice afternoon with my cousine. I told her about Sidney and she told me all the news from our friends at home. Yes, we phone and eMail regularely it's quite more fun to be together again. When she took me back to the Airport at 6 pm we promised to visit each other very soon. Also because I missed my mom and my grandparents a lot, but sadly I had no time to stay longer here to visit them, too. Not this time.
Because of a delayed flight I landed in Heathrow at 10.25 pm. I've called Sidney from Munich to let him know i'll be late and he told me he'll come to get me. When I spoted him I felt like we'd been apart for a week or two. I really enjoyed the day but not comparing to any of my feelings now. I was so happy to see him again. And we hugged each other for a long time.
On our way to his car we were holding hands and Sidney told me about his day, that a stuntman was injured so they had to call an ambulance. I told him about mine, that I promised to be back home soon and that I want him to come with me. To meet my family and my friends. He was delighted and told me that we could go there before we are moving to California, which was a really wonderful idea.
'There's a surprise waiting for you at home.' he told me while driving home.
I hate surprises. Or better - I like it to get something but I don't like it not to know what it is ... it's kind of a love-hate-thing.
'Something good or something bad?' me asking carefully
'Well, I hope you'll like it. But never fear - if you don't like it, no harm is done. There will be no problem in taking it away again.'
Oh great. Now I am afraid. What could it be? What for goddess sake could he have brought to his house during this one day? He also was at work and hadn't had that much time. But he didn't say one more word about it. Him just smirking some kind of very wickedly. I think that's why I became curious now. Very curious. And after closing the house-door I turned around to face him.
'Where is it?'
'Where is what?' he asking innocent
'My surprise.' me now jumping up and down. Excited.
'Sidney, please. Don't do that to me. First telling me there is a surprise and I don't need to be afraid and now not showing me ...'
'Welcome back home my love' was his answer. Before he put his arms around me, lifting me up, kissing me
'I missed you. I missed you so much and I'm glad you are back again. Safe.' and after another very long kiss he added
'Go to our bedroom - there is your surprise. I'll wait downstairs.' and before I could free me and get away he added
'But don't forget, if you don't like it - just forget that it's there - okay?'
'Okay' and away I run.
Up the stairs and down the hall to our bedroom. I opened the door and closed it behind me again. I didn't want him to hear whatever reaction I'll have. Of course I don't want to hurt him, no matter if I like his surprise or not. But there was no need in even thinking about not liking it. Not now. Not before I knew what it is.
The packet was on the bed. A big red one. I opened it carefully. The first thing I saw was ... red. A lot of red. Red fabric. Very carefully I took it out, tossed the packet on the floor and layed it on the bed. It was a dress. The most wonderful dress I've ever seen. Made of a lot of chiffon and brocade. All in silver, black and red. Just the same bloody red as my haircolour. A kneelength dress with a corsage and a scarf. I barely had the heart to touch it. This was wonderful. Amazing. Gorgeous. I wanted to try it on. And very very carefully, so I don't scratch it anywhere, I got into it. It fit like a second skin. This was amazing. I never had anything that gorgeous. That fitting. I spined around and around and around in front of the mirror. I coudn't believe it's really me I am looking at. I felt like a princess.
Tears of pure joy were running down my cheeks when I sprinted down the stairs. This time not thinking about damaging the dress anymore I jumped in Sidneys arms and he spinned me around. When I was back standing on my feet I steped back from him, showing him my new dress. I guess I really looked proud and great.
'So, you like it?' he finally asked
'Because if not ...'
'Like it?' I interrupted him
'Like it? Are you crazy man? I love it! It's the most wonderful dress I've ever seen.' and than, suddenly I was thinking about something. What if it's just borrowed? And I have to give it back? That's why i asked
'Is this really for me? You bought that dress for me?'
'Ah - no. No, I didn't buy it for you.'
Crap - crap - crap ... I have to give it back ...
'It's made just for you. It's one of a kind, just like you my dear. But ...'
'It's made only for me? You let it do for me? Are you serious? How did you? This is ... it's fitting so perfect!'
'This is my little secret, darling.' and he was kissing the tip of my nose
'But I need to ask you a favour.'
'Anything you want. Just tell me I don't need to give that gem back.'
Now he was looking very amused at me, taking my head in both of his hands.
'That's very interesting. Everytime I ask you a favour your answer is - depends on the favour - and now you'd do anything for that dress.'
But I knew he was not mad, he just was amazed.
'So, what favour?' now me being curious again.
'I need you to wear this dress tomorrow.'
'Tomorrow?'
'Well, yes. Tomorrow night is a party after the movie premiere. And I ... I thought you'd love to be there with me. That's why I ... I decided to get you a dress.'
'You? You want me to be there? With you? Together?' tears started again to run out of my eyes. I dreamed about being there with him but I never thought about it to happen. And now he wants me to be there and he got me this most wonderful dress.
'Don't cry my dear. You don't need to. Is it that cruel to ask you that favour? If you don't want to go, no problem. And yes, that dress is yours. If you wanna come with me or not. But ... well, of course I want you to be there. With me. I want you to be everywhere together with me.'
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