Flowers. Of course, you'd get your wife flowers! What kind of spouse would you be if —

Oh, my days, you forgot the flowers!

With Cream nestled safely in your arms and a basket of small gifts you prepared for Vanilla in you your hands, you trecked back to your comfy cottage home. After fetching what you'd missed, of course.

She held onto the abundant bouquet of sunflowers and swamp milkweed close with pride, practically beaming once you settled inside.

"Mama? We're home!"

Cream squeaked and squealed, hopping around to find Vanilla in the kitchen, baking a delicious smelling berry pie. She held out the boquet, and you displayed the basket on the counter, piled high and overflowing with little trinkets you knew she'd enjoy.

"Oh, my... that's so sweet of you, my dear, but what for?"

Vanilla tilted her head to the side, confused but still appreciative.

"It's not my birthday, and it's not Mother's Day..."

She mused in a daze at the seemingly sudden bundles of love she's received.

“And it’s not our anniversary either —“

The real plan, carefully curated and thoughtfully planned by Cream and yourself, was to give Vanilla a few gifts of gratitude.

Of course, for no better reasons than marrying you and entrusting you enough to care for and love them both unconditionally, even in Vanilla's previous circumstances.