Strength Of The World

When Peyton woke up on Valentine’s Day, she was alone in bed. She sighed heavily, the guys had decided to finish their record in honor of Jimmy, and they had been throwing their all into it. She had just hoped to have Zack to herself all day. She threw the covers back on the bed and walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth, then headed downstairs for some breakfast. If Zack wasn’t going to be home today then she was going to binge watch Netflix with Franklin and a whole lot of junk food. Once she entered the kitchen she smiled at what she saw. “Sneaky little fucker.” She muttered to herself. On the breakfast bar sat a huge bouquet of dark red roses and a box full of chocolate covered strawberries, her favorite Valentine’s Day treat. She smiled as she picked up the card that was stuck inside the roses, and read it to herself. “I bet you thought I forgot about Valentine’s Day didn’t you? I’ll be back to pick you up by 4, wear something beautiful. Happy Valentine’s Day baby, I love you more than words could ever express.” She grabbed her phone and sent him a quick text, ‘the roses are beautiful. I love you so much!’ Then grabbed the strawberries and a bottle of water and made a beeline for the couch, where she spent the next few hours with a blanket in her lap and Franklin curled up against her belly, only getting up to eat lunch and use the restroom.

By two thirty she decided she should probably get up and get ready to go. She took a shower and shaved all the appropriate places and washed her hair. She quickly blasted the hair with the hair dryer and pulled it into curlers while she did her makeup, which consisted of a smoky eye and a dark red lip. She put on a pair of dark wash skinnies, a black tank, and covered it with a red blazer, then slipped into a pair of red heels. She grabbed her cuff bracelets Zack bought her, a pair of diamond studs, and the necklace that Zack bought her for their first Valentine’s Day: a silver necklace with a diamond hanging from it. By the time she was completely done it was three fifty five, and the doorbell was ringing. She grabbed her phone and black clutch, told Franklin to be a good boy, and headed for the front door, where a limo driver was waiting.

Peyton gave the man a confused smile, but followed him to the car anyway. “Good evening, miss Smith. Zack wanted me to pick you up.” He said with a smile, opening the door for her. She smiled a thanks and got in. “Any chance you could tell me where we’re going?” She asked nervously. The driver laughed and shook his head. “He said you’d ask that question, and unfortunately for you I can’t. It’s a surprise.” With that he smiled and shut the door, and within a few minutes the vehicle was in motion. Through the entire ride Peyton either played on her phone or fidgeted nervously. When the limo finally stopped, she jerked her head to the side and looked out the window. “What the fuck are we doing at the airport?” She mumbled to herself. The driver opened the door and helped her out. She thanked him and over his shoulder she saw Zack, standing in front of the steps to the band’s private plane with a huge smile on his face. She walked over to him quickly and wrapped her arms around his waist. “You’re looking pretty damn handsome ZV.” She said seductively, leaning up to press her lips to his. “Speak for yourself, you’re fucking gorgeous. Is that the necklace I gave you?” He chuckled, picking the diamond up off her chest. “Yep.” She grinned. “So where are we going?” Zack laughed and led her into the plane, “That’s for me to know, and for you to find out when we land.” Peyton rolled her eyes playfully, but sat down and buckled up anyway. Pretty soon they were taking off, and Zack pulled a box out of his pocket. “Happy Valentine’s Day baby. The first of many surprises tonight.” “Zachary James you didn’t have to do all of this.” She said, pulling her own box out of her clutch and giving it to him. “But here’s a surprise of my own.” She let him open his gift first, which was a watch he had been talking about for months. “Oh shit. Thanks babe. You fucking rock.” He said, putting the watch on his wrist. She smiled and opened her own box, which contained a pair of black diamond stud earrings. “Zee I love them!” She said excitedly, leaning over to kiss his cheek. They sat together for the next hour and talked about any and everything. Pretty soon they were landing and Peyton’s excitement grew even more. “JFK? Babe why are we in New York?” “You always wanted to go somewhere that got snow on Valentine’s Day.” Zack said with a shrug. Peyton’s eyes welled up with tears, surprised that Zack remembered her telling him that when they were teenagers. “I love you Zee.” She whispered, “But I’m not dressed for snow.” “Luckily I have that covered.” He grinned, unbuckling and standing up once the plane stopped moving. He opened an overhead bin and pulled out a black coat and a pair of black fuzzy gloves for her. “I also packed you an overnight bag, since we’re staying here tonight.” Peyton wrapped her arms around her fiancée and kissed him softly. “You’re the best. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” She smiled. “Are you kidding me? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. If anyone’s not worthy it’s me.” He argued, holding her coat open for her to slip her arms into. Once they were bundled up, they stepped off the plane and headed for the hotel to drop their things off before dinner.

After a dinner at a little French restaurant, Zack surprised Peyton with more flowers and a romantic carriage ride through Central Park, which was another thing she had always wanted to do. They spent the ride huddled together under a blanket, her head on Zack’s shoulder. Afterward they headed back to the hotel so Peyton could rest and warm up. They spent the rest of the evening in bed, celebrating their love, and when they eventually falling asleep in the early morning hours, their legs were tangled together and Peyton’s head was resting on Zack’s chest.

Notes

Since it’s almost Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d share the love.

Also, my two year old is obsessed with A7X. He specifically asks for Hail To The King whenever we get in the car. I love it.