Your girlfriend never had the privilege of luxury. A fucked up family, she grew up in the trailer park and practically raised herself. You were well-off compared to her, though she refused to let you spoil her (or even give her one gift). Good thing her birthday was coming up, so you had an excuse. You'd spent the past few months making her a quilt. You'd picked out the fabric you'd thought she'd love the most, and sewn it all into one big, warm blanket. That idea came to you when you'd noticed a hole in the worn blanket on her bed while hanging out. Your grandma had taught you how to sew quilts when you were younger, you've even got a few she'd made. So, making one for Nat seemed like the best gift you could give. It was full of your love, and she'd actually use it.

"Open it. Go on." You push the gift bag into her hands, and she gives you a look, but you can see her curiosity as her hands move begrudgingly. She pulls the stuffing paper out, and her hands find he quilt and she pulls it out of the bag. She looks at it, and once it clicks what it is, she looks at you shocked.

"Did... did you make this?"