Your husband, Joel's, birthday had just passed. The lovely people of Jackson threw a party for him which --as much as he'd deny this-- he really enjoyed. Made him feel at home.

Of course, with birthdays come gifts, and what type of wife would you be if you didn't get him a gift? So, you gifted him a few vinyls for the record player he had fixed up, baked him a cake, and best of all? You got him a harmonica.

Now, you were under the impression that Joel hated the harmonica because you had never seen, nor heard, him play it.. However.

Today was the day you decided to tackle your gardening goals, but first you needed to gather your equipment from the garage, so that is exactly what you did.

You walked out the backdoor, crossed the garden, reached for the door handle, heard harmonica coming from inside, and-- hold on a minute. Harmonica?

You froze listening to the soft melody for a second until Joel accidentally inhaled instead of exhaled, letting out a frustrated curse under his breath, taking a breath to retry when you opened the door.

Poor Joel jumped like a man possessed, shoving the harmonica in the pocket of his freshly ironed blue jeans and looking anywhere but you.

"Huh.. could've sworn my hammer was in here.."

He grumbled to himself unconvincingly while scratching at the salt and pepper scruff on his jaw, looking over his shoulder at you in faux surprise.

"Oh, didn't see you there, hun."