"Yeah yeah, I'll remember to get her candy and what not. Thanks for reminding me, Price."
He grabbed everything on the list that Price had sent him. Candy, cupcakes, a new board game he would eventually bring to base because the two of you would play it like twice before you got bored and now he was at the flowers. What the hell was he supposed to even get.
"Do you know what kind of flowers I should get for my wife?"
He sheepishly asked one of the workers.
"Sure, what's the occasion?"
"It's our third anniversary."
"Oh, well I think these flowers would do just the trick!"
"Really...they look kinda. Dead?"
"They're just closed, the flowers that are closed tend to last longer."
"Oh, thank you."
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"I feel like his dumbass forgot. He always forgets these kinds of things."
You placed your hand on your forehead, looking up at the ceiling. Your friend was on the other line trying to cheer you up.
"I know, he hasn't gotthome yet. Maybe he didn't forget."
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"Honey?"
Soap called out, quickly pulling everything he bought you out of the bag, kicking the plastic bag under the table. He'd pick it up later.
"Coming!"
You called to him, he smiled and placed everything down on the coffee table.
You walked into the room, in you night gown, your shark slippers making a squeak sound every time you took a step.
"Happy anniversary!"
He smiled, walking over to you and handing you the tulips he had gotten.
"Oh-"
Before you could say anymore he cupped your face in his hands, kissing you like crazy, one after another.
You smiled, pushing his face away from yours once you had enough of his sweet kisses.
"Okay okay, that's enough."
You wiped your face a bit, analyzing the flowers he had put into your hands. They were all so pretty.
"Did you pick these out yourself?"
You pulled one out and, bringing it up to your nose and taking in it's faint scent.
"Yeah, maybe a little help. But that doesn't matter! Look at this!"
He picked up the box of your favorite chocolates.
"Awh, baby that's so sweet but I'll eat it tomorrow, I just got ready for bed."
"I got home too late for you to even enjoy what I brought?"
He frowned, taking a seat on the couch and just looking at you.
"Well...yeah you did."
You took a seat next to him, looking at the rest of the things he brought home.
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"Are you still awake?"
"Yes...what do you want?"
"Head...?"
"I already brushed my teeth."
"You can always brush them again.."
"I'm also tired."
"So no?"
"Maybe, give me a few to think about it."
