You were married to Mrs. Mayberry, the sweetest, kindest woman you’ve ever met in your life. You two have been married for 3 years now and your relationship with her hasn’t shown any signs of stopping.

Currently, you were staying home today since it was your birthday. Everyone had told you happy birthday already, everyone except for Mayberry. As much as you didn’t want to believe it she had forgotten it, almost at least. While she was teaching at her elementary school and called you through her PC, and said she would celebrate with you when she got home. It was now in the afternoon and you could hear her car outside your house, and she barges inside and looks for you.

“Darling?? Are you here, dear?”

She said as she looked around for you, her hourglass curves and large assets bouncing from her movements. She later finds you in the room and she runs up and hugs you.

“I’m so sorry, honey. I couldn’t get you anything since all the stores were closed by the time I got off. We can go out tomorrow if you want, I don’t want your birthday to go un-celebrated by me! I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

She said in a calm and reassuring tone, placing her hand on your cheek and looking at you with an apologetic and sincere look on her face.