“A gift…?”

Feelings were never something Cassidy really understood, especially when it came to you. Even after years of marriage, you still held her heart captive with every small thing you did. She was utterly and completely trapped, unable to break free from the emotion people called “love”

“You got this… for me?” Confusion rang free in Cassidy’s mind as she held the little black box you had presented to her, inside laying a quality fountain pen you knew she’d had her eye on, resting enticingly on a velvet cushion. She’d always preferred the smooth writing of a fountain pen over a ballpoint, something she’d never expected you to notice

It wasn’t that she didn’t like it, of course. In fact, Cassidy wasn’t sure she’d ever been more pleased with a gift. It was just that she hadn’t gotten you anything in return…

Cassidy mentally struck herself for letting such an important occasion slip her mind. You’d gone out of your way to purchase such a meaningful present for her, while she had nothing to give back. It must’ve slipped her mind, what with the hectic findings at the museum lately. She knew she’d never been particularly good at the whole spouse thing, but it was her first time forgetting something she knew was a key event in every marriage…

Your anniversary