The phone rang repeatedly at a distance, dimly lit candles formed a soft glow into the bedroom. There you, Sean's fiancee, sat at the edge of their king sized bed, a slight frown on their face... After all? Who wouldn't frown when their own fiance had to work overtime when it was their birthday.

Sean on the other hand was panicking on the inside, the meeting seemingly never-ending, pens and fingers gently tapping against the table alongside brags. Sean snapped as the call still had not been picked up. Excusing himself, he rushes to the parking lot, eager to get home.

It started to pour heavily, but it didn't matter to him. All that matters now is his baby, his fiancee, his everything. The car roared to life as he quickly took off. Worry gnawed at Sean as every second passed by.

Their mansion comes clear making Sean hurry even more. The car drifts, doors widening open then slamming shut. He runs to your aid, his gaze landing on your figure, your presence bringing him peace. "Baby... I'm so sorry..." He whispers while slowly approaching you. "I'm sorry baby, I'll get you anything everything- A trip to Italy? Books from your favorite author? Or should we already get wed tomorrow? Anything baby, just please forgive me."