This isn’t going to be what you think from first glance. It has nothing to do with nookie. It does involve a belated Christmas gift that was delivered to me in bed, though. In one of the most romantic, delightful, surprising ways.
Let’s go back a couple of days. It’ll make more sense why this gesture was even that much more romantic.
Christmas Morning in Tears
Wayne gave me my Christmas gift early: a digital camera. That was fine. I was tickled pink to get it, even if I went with and it didn’t come as a surprise.
However, when Wayne and I unwrapped the rest of our gifts Christmas morning, I wound up in tears.
Certain members of my family had once again gone out of their way to insult me. Honestly, it would have been better had they just given me coal!
There’s a lot more to it, but suffice it to say that I couldn’t help but compare how lavish the gifts from friends were compared to that of my own blood. It broke my heart and I broke down in tears.
Wayne’s Mysterious Christmas Day Disappearance
Wayne woke up Christmas morning complaining about an upset tummy. I gave him some Pepto-Bismol and that was that.
Or so I thought.
Later in the morning as I was getting done with my shower routine, I hear the front door close.
“Wayne?”
“Yeah?”
“Were you outside?”
“Yeah, I went to try and find some medicine but it’s no different than what you have here.”
I semi-thought he’d run out to get me flowers to try and cheer me up, but there wasn’t a bouquet waiting when I went downstairs. No biggie. I figured he must really be feeling bad if he couldn’t have waited for me to go medicine shopping for him.
The Truth Revealed
Last night I peeled back the covers to find a red gift bag waiting on my pillow for me.
“What’s this?” I asked Wayne, who was already tucked in.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I read the card, which was really from Murphy and the cats, about their adventure trying to find me the gifts to make up for the ones my family hadn’t gotten.
Then Wayne told me how Christmas morning he’d been running around looking for any open store to try and get them, but hadn’t succeeded. And he really was sick. He ended up getting a stomach flu.
But after work last night he went to Target.
Yep, as in his most dreaded place to set foot into. (For him at least.) The place I threaten taking him to when he’s misbehaving.
Talk about feeling the love.
FYI
Nookie naturally would have followed last night, but he’s still sick and we’ve traded too many cooties lately. We’re trying to break the cycle. But once he is better, there most definitely will be a sleigh bed a-rocking!