Valentines Day (finished)

February 12th

Matthew woke up late that night and moved his wife to their bed. Then he went out and got her present. He slipped her present into her life, and then climbed into bed with her. This was on, 11th. He smiled and closed his eyes right as the clock flipped to 12:00, February 12th.

*

Stephanie felt like was she was living in a weird alternate world, and worst of all, she couldn't put her finger on the problem. She knew something was wrong, but every time she looked around she couldn't find anything wrong. This only helped reinforce the idea that she was going crazy.

Steph was having the feeling of terror. The feeling as if she had just gotten home to find all of her furniture replaced with exact replicas. She felt, no, knew the exact same thing was happening here. Something she had was replaced with an exact replica, but she didn't know what.

Finally, Steph decided to go out all madness. She began madly digging through her day-planner. "It's probably nothing," she thought. "I probably grabbed a new pencil and now my imagination's having a laugh at my expense."

Stephanie dug all around her day planner. She pulled out every paper and examined it. She laid out every pencil and pen on her table. She inspected every page until she got to the last one. There, a sticky note read, "Happy 12th day of Valentines."

*

"Matthew, can you grab my day-planner," expressed Stephanie.

"Sure," agreed Matt. He picked up the item and tried to give it to his wife. She gave him 'the look.' "What?"

"It's inside out."

The brunette took a few moments to examine the booklet and, to his dismay, he was holding it inside out. "Wow," he harshly judged. "You need a new planner."

"It's perfectly fine." She reached out and tried to grab it.

"It's not perfectly fine," he insisted, moving it out of her reach. "I'm fairly certain this was brown, not black at one point and time. Your whole front has been 80 percent ripped off."

"It's fine," Steph debated, pressing herself chest to chest with him. She glared up at her husband.

"You really another p-humph!"

Matt was cut short by a kiss from his wife. Stephanie was standing on her tippy toes to instigate the kiss. Matt set the booklet down behind himself and wrapped his arms around her. Stephanie snuck the day-planner into her hands and hid it behind her back when they separated.

"You really need to complain less," she giggled, cleaning up her stuff and heading out to work. She stopped in the doorway and waved planner. "You really need to pay closer attention too."

Matt sighed exasperatedly as his wife headed out to her job. However, he couldn't complain, because didn't have a job. Mainly, because this was back on January 20th.

*

"Matthew," Stephanie angrily cried, entering the house.

Matt's head popped up. He could tell he was in trouble. "Yes," he asked, sprinting into the entryway.

"Where is my old planner?" she demanded.

Hoping to get on her good side, he took her hand and slowly directed her to their living room where a little white ball of fur was rolling around on an old folder. Stephanie resisted the urge to go, 'Awww.' "You gave my day-planner," she growled, "to the cat?"

"Yes?" Matt answered, hoping to be spared a lecture.

Steph took a deep breath to calm herself. She squatted down and pet the critter below her. "Next time, please tell me," she growled, trying to remain calm.

"So... I'm off the hook?"

"No," intimidated Stephanie, glaring up at him from the floor. "You are out of the water, not off the hook." She stood up. "Why did you take my planner?"

"I thought you could use something nice."

"I don't need a new planner."

"Stephanie," Matthew looked her straight in the eyes. "You. Don't. Get. Yourself. Anything. You just live with what you have. That's why I got you a new folder."

Stephanie rolled her eyes. She bent down and continued to play with Skip. "You could have at least told me about it. You gave me a heart attack earlier today."

"What would've you said if I suggested switching out planners?"

Steph didn't respond.

"Look at this," continued her husband. He pulled lightly on the loosened cover and accidentally tugged it off. "It wasn't in good condition!"

The woman bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "That wouldn't've happened for a week," she grumbled, accidently letting out a small chuckle.

"I see that smile," denied Matt.

"Okay," Steph smiled. "That was pretty funny. But I'm still upset."

"That's nice," ignored Matthew giving her a hug. "You aren't too mad, are you?"

"I'll get over it," she dramatically sighed, placing her hand across her forehead.

"That's my girl," he teased, nuzzling. They played with Skip until dinnertime rolled around and the kitten demanded food.