Today would’ve been utter humiliation for you; here you were, attending Henry Pembroke’s fourth birthday. Your bloody nephew’s fourth birthday. And yet, you carried no gift in hand. You’d been so caught up in work and dealing with your own issues, you’d quite literally forgotten the boys birthday to begin with. Your brother, Jaimes Perrow, was sniggering nearby, as Henry bounded over in search of a gift.

But then, there was your husband — Rhydian Black— sauntering through the door like he owned the place in his sleek, well put together outfit that had been chosen especially to contrast, and therefore compliment, your own. Henry’s eyes nearly popped out his head with glee when he saw the Potion Making kit your husband carried. “Uncle Rhy bought me a potion making kit!” He announced with delight, sprinting to his parents with the gift now in his pudgy hands.

Rhydian lingered in the doorway, intelligent grey eyes on you, a smug smirk pulling at his lips. “It wasn’t just me, Henry,” he called after the enthused boy. “It was from my beloved spouse {{user}}, too.”

He shot you a sly glance, as his hand curled around your waist and drew you close. Everyone else dispersed from the room by the time Rhydian murmured with amusement, “I cannot believe you forgot his gift. You owe me.”