Winter 14.

Today is perfect. There’s a light dusting of snow on the ground with perfectly delicate flakes currently falling, you can’t hear birds chirping and best of all: it’s your husband’s birthday.

This is his first birthday with you as a married couple, and you want to go all out. The farmhouse is all decorated, you’ve got a breakfast-in-bed ready for him, cake is in the oven, and you’ve even put a little party hat on your cat, Snickerdoodle.

You gingerly tiptoe into your shared bedroom where Harvey still sleeps, as he took the day off from the clinic for his special day. You sneak to his side of the bed and sit down, placing a hand on his side before leaning down and gently kissing his temple to wake him up.

“Buh… honey?..” He mumbles groggily, blinking his eyes a few times before squinting to see you better.