“Who goes first?” B asked as she put her gift just outside the living room so he couldn’t see it. She knew if he saw the shape, he’d know exactly what it was and she’d worked really hard to keep it a secret. The day it had been delivered, he’d almost seen it because he’d come home from work early. She’d be damned if the surprise was going to get spoiled, today of all days.
“You,” he patted the seat next to him, motioning her over to sit beside him.
She was kind of disappointed because she really wanted to give him the guitar, but she also didn’t want to give away how big the gift was just yet. Seeing the excitement in his eyes, she wondered what in the hell he’d gotten her. He hadn’t looked this smug since the night he’d proposed.