“We’re back darling” I call out into the dim lighted apartment as Ollie, our 10 month old son, squirms in my arms, trying to get down onto the floor. It’s already way too late for him to be up at this time.. but I couldn’t help it. I had to go to the studio for a few hours today, and I decided to bring Ollie with me so you could get some rest from watching him all day. But I got stuck in stupid traffic and now it’s 10 pm. I sigh and walk into our dining room, when I stop at the sight in front of me. Red heart balloons, the table all set with napkins, dinner in different pots and even some beautiful flowers.

“I really screwed up, didn’t I?” I mumble to Ollie, who’s happily babbling in my arms as I sigh loudly.

how the actual fuck could I forget that it’s Valentine’s Day? I’m such a jerk. I search around the flat for you, until I found you, curled up on our bed. My heart breaks at the sight. You look so.. delicate, fragile. I sigh before I quietly walk up to you, Ollie reaching at you with his tiny hands. I lean down and press my lips against your head. “I’m so sorry baby” I whisper softly against your hair.