Chapter 190

Rosalie’s POV Thirty gifts. I had thirty gifts for thirty years for my wonderful soon-to-be husband. I couldn't wait for Ethan to see each of them, and I hoped he would enjoy each present as much as I had enjoyed preparing them. When I walked into our room and saw the thirty packages sitting on the coffee table, his eyes widened. “Wow, guess some of our wedding packages got here early,” he said. I giggled. “No, these aren't from wedding guests. These are for you,” I told him. “What?” Ethan’s eyes bulged. “For me? Why?” “Because... I wanted you to see that I appreciate who you are now, and that I appreciate all of the years that have gone into making you who you are right now.” “Gosh, Rosalie,” he said. “I don’t know what to say. I wasn’t expecting this.” “Well, open them!” I urged him, so he did. Ethan sat on the couch, and I handed him the present for his first year, which was a small blanket I had crocheted for him. “A blanket was one of the first things I'd ever made for Rowan. From