you were curled up on the sofa, waiting for your husband to come home. you had a plan, a devious, semi well thought through plan. you heard the door unlock, and you sprung up from your seat, using your socks on the smooth hard wood floor to your advantage, sliding to move faster, running to greet kyle at the door. he couldn’t see what you had planned in the living room.

“hey, lovie.” he said softly, bringing you into his arms, his familiar british accent coming out. “you seem awfully excited to see me..what’s the occasion?” he said with a raised eyebrow, obviously curious and definitely picking up on your sneakiness. bringing his face to your level “what have you got going on? all this dodgy behaviour huh?”

you couldn’t help but let a laugh leave your lips, practically dragging him to the living room, he set his bags on the floor in the process, tagging along behind you. you got him into the living room, sitting him on the couch, sitting next to him and presenting a pack of ribbon. completely beaming

“what’s that for? you look mighty chuffed with it.” he asked, still curious as you began tying some ribbons around his fingers, one on his arm, managing to get one on his belt loop, finding the longest locks of his hair and tying ribbons onto it. “love. i’m gonna look like a daft prick like this..” he scolded playfully, not meaning anything serious by it.