Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181

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I had said before that being married to Beckett Hale was something that had never crossed my mind, much less spending the next three days of our honeymoon touring around California.

Beckett has a place in Los Angeles, of course. Why does that still surprise me, right? His family probably has a place in every state in the entire USA.

Each day, we’d wake up with sunlight streaming through our window. We would leave the balcony door open at night, and let the wind passing through the sheer curtain wake us up the next day, as though the ocean breeze was our alarm clock.

Yup. You guessed it right. We were staying at a beach house in Santa Monica. It was the perfect honeymoon destination, and I wonder how Beckett had thought everything through.

The beach house has direct access to the beach. We were also in an exclusive part of the coastal area where there weren’t many tourists on the beach. I noticed that when we arrived yesterday.

Don’t get me started with the house. This one was cut out from a real estate brochure, but with Beckett’s touch in every corner. The large windows let natural light pour in. The interior of the house was an open–plan design with furniture made of indigenous materials.

There’s a touch of baseball everywhere, from the painting of a ball inside a glove and the bats resting on the basket by the door. This house wasn’t just a vacation home; someone lived here and made it their home.

My best guess? My husband.

Beckett’s arm draped across my waist tightened, a telltale that he’s already awake.

We were in a spooning position, and he tugged me closer, burying his nose in the crook of my neck and inhaling deeply

Good morning, wifey,” Beckett murmured, his breath hot off my skin.

smiled even though he couldn’t see me as I placed a hand over the one he had against my belly “Good me

We are married. The wedding really happened. I’m Beckett Hale’s wife! How crazy is that?

Hmm, can we just stay here all day?” he murmured, planting a soft kiss on my neck

giggled if it were up to me. I wouldn’t mind staying a month in this house, but he’s the one who wanted to see rautiful state

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shrieked as we rode the Ferris wheel. It was scary, but as soon as I saw the view from above, my excitement overpowered my fear. And Beckett kissed me on top of the Ferris wheel.

We walk the boardwalk, sharing a funnel cake, powdered sugar clinging to our lips. Then we rent bikes and ride down the Venice Beach path, passing roller skaters and street artists as the salty ocean breeze caresses our skin. I write our initials in the wet sand, and Beckett draws a wobbly heart around them. The sunburn on my shoulders is a small price to pay for this much happiness.

That evening, we ate tacos from a food truck, and honestly, it was a scene I never thought of seeing Beckett in. And he enjoyed it! He was a fun company to be with, even when a few people interrupted our time and asked for pictures, he stayed

chill.

Despite his desire to keep our marriage away from the media’s radar, I didn’t feel that he was holding back on being sweet with me in public. That was something that made my heart swell with joy.

Then wander through the lights of Grand Central Market, holding hands and sampling everything that smells good. It’s messy, loud, and perfect.

This is our last day here, and Beckett plans to take me to The Getty Center and drive up to Mulholland Drive, at least, that was what he told me yesterday.

“I won’t mind,” I murmured, shrinking when he suddenly pushed me onto my back and rolled on top of me. His entire body pressed against mine, then he planted a kiss on my lips. It was soft enough to leave me wanting more.

“Hmmm…” he whispered. “But we have an entire itinerary today.”

See what I’m talking about? I have an entire lifetime to figure out how Beckett ticks, and when he planned something he really wanted to push through with it, yet he makes it sound like I was the one who planned where we would go rodas

Just forget our itinerary,” I said, looping my arms around his neck. “Why don’t we just stay in bed all day?

His eyes lit up, as though my invitation to stay in bed washed away all the sleep in his body “Oh, my sweet wile way of asking me to fuck you all day?”

My cheeks lit up instantly. That’s another thing that I learned about him. Our marriage seemed to have mathidast his ability to filter his words. His dirty mouth needs washing! But not today.

I smiled coyly, my fingers on the back of his neck drawing incoherent shapes “What if it is”

He groaned shaking his head. “Don’t tempt me I also have an entire itinerary of how I wanted to hun of this house

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