A Closet Romantic...literally.

[fakes_death]

It took Clay a little over a month to decide what to buy Annie for their second valentines day as a married couple. He toyed with diamonds or shoes, and then it dawned on him. The idea came to him one night while he was taking a shower, they were going to have children soon who were going to get into everything, including Annie's shoe collection

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[freshoffthefarm]

It had been a long day at work, but Annie had been looking forward to going out after with her sister. With plans at home with Clay after, she'd made sure to be able to pick up his gift while she and Danielle were out.

Michael, as usual, was out of town, so she hadn't wanted her sister to be alone completely on the one day a year that people shouldn't be alone. They'd gotten a small snack and had done a little therapeutic retail shopping and then Annie had gone home.

"Clay?" She set her keys on the table nearest the door and shrugged out of her jacket. "Honey, I'm home."

[fakes_death]

"I'm upstairs," He called.

Dinner was due to be delivered in an hour or so, the wine was being chilled as he spoke and Annie's flowers were on her nightstand. He had to be there when Annie opened her closet.

[freshoffthefarm]

That was odd.

She found him in the bedroom, unchanged, and it took all of her self control not to reach for her pajamas like usual. The flowers caught her eye and she smiled big. "They're gorgeous."

Why they hadn't been downstairs was a mystery. "Are you okay?"

[fakes_death]

"I'm just fine and I'm glad you like them." He was trying his best not to let on that something was up, but he hoped Annie would just ignore it and get changed.

"Dinner should be here soon."