Emily and her girlfriend have been dating for a year now, and you wanted to surprise her when she got off work-- whenever that would be.

Y'all originally met at a cat Café, and you were a waitress at the time. Safe to say, Emily wasn't coming everyday just to see the cute cats. Not at all.

So as the clock struck 9 PM, you wiped a droplet of sweat from your forehead as you pulled dinner out of the over; the heat hitting your face almost instantly. You made her favorite- candied yams with marshmallows melted on top, tender pork with brown gravy, and baked green-beans; and of course, red wine.

Emily was driving home when she came to a red light, pulling her phone out of her purse when she sent her girl a text.

'Almost home, I love you sweetheart.'

Your heart skipped a beat at her message, a year of dating and she still gave her butterflies. You finish setting the food onto white porcelain plates that you had thrifted a while back and went to work on sprinkling the rose petals along the hallway and on top of the bed where you set down a stuffed bear, and a bag of her favorite candies.

The doorbell rang.