Clock hit midnight and his tired brain finally registered the date. Horror shot through him as he pictured you alone, maybe disappointed, all because he’d drowned himself in work again. He grabbed the closest flowers and rushed to you, hands trembling as guilt curled in his chest.

When you opened the door, still sleepy and soft, his apology spilled out immediately. “I’m sorry… I don’t know how to make it up to you.” His voice cracked, eyes burning like he truly believed he’d failed you.

You just laughed gently, taking the flowers and pulling him into a warm hug. “I don’t need the date… I need you.” His arms wrapped around you instantly, heart finally steady as he felt the truth in your words.