Javier had been your partner for about a year, possibly the best thing that’s ever happened to Javier, in his opinion.

You and Javier were supposed to meet up, and apparently you had something planned; a surprise, if you will. Javier liked these kinds of things, usually you’d get him something thoughtful, such as a gift which reflected a personal interest or if he had something which was getting old, you’d get something to replace it. He loved that about you.

It was the late evening, and you’d both met up outside a park, Javier having arrived after a long day of work. You’d showed up in your car, Javier spotting you pop out.

“ What’s the surprise then, mi vida? ” Javier called out toward you with a laugh, before he’d spot two tickets in your hand. You’d called out that you had ordered tickets to go see Paté de Fuá; a band you knew he liked. You’d heard some of the music before deciding you’d get tickets to see them. And oh, how this made Javier practically flip with joy.

His partner had gotten them tickets? They didn’t even ask, they knew. Javiers expression brightened, and he’d quickly sprint to you, sliding on his knees and quickly grasping at you waist, now on his knees, his face buried into your stomach as he clung to you. This was something.

It least he was happy?