In the next couple days I received a package. It was very heavy and Rachel and I could barely lift it.

"What's in this thing?!" She grunted, helping me carry it inside.

"No," I stopped to suck in a breath,"idea," we finally dropped in on the ground in the middle of the living room.

"Who's it from?" She asked, sitting down next to me on the floor.

"Not sure," I shrugged, looking at the information on the package. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a pair of scissors. I cut open the box and saw it was filled with books, a letter with an old-timey wax seal to close the envelope was sitting on top. I carefully slid my finger under the flap and opened the letter. It was handwritten. I smiled reading the whole thing while Rachel read it over my shoulder. It was from Louis. I blushed and smiled, setting the precious paper aside and started looking at the books. They were all the ones I listed off on our phone call, even some sequels that I told him I wanted to read. They were original copies, it must have cost a fortune to buy and send these.

"God I love him," I breathed.