When I got off the plane after the four and a half hour flight, the chauffer already had my bags, along with another note.

Quierda,

The chauffer will take you to the hotel.

Get in your dress and at six o'clock

Meet me down stairs.

Love, Jesse

My heart leapt out of my chest. Jesse. I would see Jesse in just over an hour. But by the time we got to the hotel I only had fifteen minutes to change.

The limo dropped me at the front of W hotel in New York, New York. I gasped as I walked into the hotel and took in the modern furniture. It was decorated like you would expect from a high end New York hotel. The people dressed all in black, the pounding music. But I liked it, it seemed like fun.

Once I was up in my room I did everything to make me look perfect. I was going to be late and I knew it, but hey he had waited for me for a hundred and fifty years, he could wait a few more minutes. Once I shimmied my dress on and fixed my makeup, I walked out of the room.

I stepped out of the elevator two minutes later, and standing there right in front of the one I was coming out of was my husband, my life, my savior, Jesse.

The moment I was out, I ran to him and hugged him. We must have stood there hugging for at least three minutes. Then he led me out of the hotel and into another limo. Once inside again he wouldn't tell me where we were going.

"Susannah, I'm haven't been telling you anything up to this point, what makes you think I'm going to start now."

I pouted, trying to think of some place that he could possibly be taking me. But I lost my train of thought, as I normally do; the second Jesse put his lips to mine. By the time I got out of the limo I still hadn't seen that much scenery. Jesse and I had been a little busy.

When we got out of the limo, the driver was holding the door open for us. There was a little smirk on his face. Jesse just kept on walking but as I passed he started to laugh.

"O come on," I said, "this cannot be the first time that's happened to you!"

"Well not like that before. I've had kissing, but not…"

And with that I walked away, my cheeks flaming red. I caught up with Jesse, and he seemed embarrassed, but less so than I. We looked into each other's eyes and started laughing our heads off.

Just then I noticed the name on the restaurant door. Tavern on the Green. I loved this restaurant. When my dad was still alive he would take me here each year on my birthday. I looked to Jesse and he smiled sheepishly.

"Your dad told me that you loved this place. So I thought I would surprise you!"

Tears welled in my eyes though I tried my hardest to hide it from Jesse, and blink them back before anyone else could see. Jesse brushed away the one that fell from eye before I could catch it myself. He pulled me into a hug, kissing my cheek. I tried breathing deeply, but it sounded like hyperventilation to him.

"Queirda we can go back to the hotel or even home if you wish."

"Damn these hormones." I said quickly, pulling away, though not quite ready.

We walked into the restaurant, got seated at the table with the best view of the park. We were at Tavern on the Green. A restaurant in Central Park.

We had an amazing dinner, around the time of dessert we got around to baby names.

"If one is a girl I'm thinking Maria." Jesse said.

I smacked him in the arm, laughing as he did.

"I've always liked the name, Susannah." He said, but this time though his smile was genuine, it didn't have a trace of humor to it. I decided to meet him halfway.

"I've always like the name Jesse also."

We smirked at each other and broke into laughter.

"What about Isabella Christine Maria De Silva? I kind of like the ring to it. I know it's long for your days, but honestly it's quite beautiful." Jesse looked into my eyes, and I looked into his.

"We have to pick out two girls names, two boys names, and then our favorite from each in case we have one of both. I agree with the first girl name so let's move on to the second. What about Lorelei Leigh Susannah De Silva. I mean if you like the name Susannah that much, why not use it."

"Ok, granted, those will be our two girl's names. Now on to the boys. What about Andrew Patrick…"

"Jesse De Silva." I finished for him. He smiled at me sweetly, knowing that if my name was carried down, sooner or later his would be too.

"And for the second, what about Nicholas Christopher Robert De Silva?"

We agreed perfectly, that Isabella Christine Maria De Silva and Andrew Patrick Jesse De Silva were our favorite for a girl and a boy. It was a perfect evening.