It was valentine’s day, one of the most romantic days of the year - or it was supposed to be anyway…

Whenever you had tried to talk to Price he would give you a rushed reply and then walk off - eyes glued to his phone as he hastily typed away.

what was going on…

You slowly got more and more unbothered about the special day, just settling on your husband not being bothered to make an effort and just acting plain odd.

You were just curled up in the sofa, watching the tv when you were tugged by the arm and hoisted over Price’s shoulder before he walked upstairs with you.

Then you realised what had been happening…

On the bed lay a few cute bouquets of flowers while little rose petals, boxes of chocolates and a stuffed bear holding a heart.

He hadn’t forgotten your gift… and you were yet to give him his…