Sitting up, he moves himself down at the foot of the bed beside me as the 6 pm news came on. My head is on his shoulder, tired and just glad to be home. The other eye is shut but somehow I manage some yeahs and nays as he comments on the news. He usually never went beyond the third headline, so it is a surprise to have him still there even commenting on RU 486. Unreal.
Fifth headline. Shifting in his seat. He must be bored by now. Then...
"I got you a rose."
"You did?" as if it was the most impossible thing for him to do. (Ok, kind of.)
He reaches for what looked like a bunch of gold mesh wrapped with a colourless acetate from the tv top. He hands it to me with much expectation for a squeal or something. I let one out. Sincerely. This is just so... uh... exciting. Oh, there! A shivering red bud inside. Hmm. He must have been hoping I'd spot that on the telly. Nice try on RU 486.
"Thanks," as I inspect for a card. None. "This is really sweet of you," reaching for another hug and kiss. "Extras from the function?" I kidded.
"No."
She-devil kids again, "Where's the card?"
"No, there was no card."
'Was,' meaning it came from somewhere. This is killing me. "Someone gave it to you?" this time pointing to the torn flower farm sticker, where something seems to have been ripped off.
"No. I took off the price tag."
Hmm, guess again. I don't know why I was torturing him, but lucky me, he wasn't taking it any way I wouldn't want him to. So, low as a low blow can get, "Safeway?"
"Yeah."
Oh.
(You still get A for effort, my monstercake. -babycake)
2 comments:
i always say, it's the thought that counts. hehe.. :) still it was sweet of Ty to get you one. :)
:) Haha. Of course. I had counted that. It was all out of fun, because he's never done it before. Pretty cute, actually.
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