The night before Valentine, I was lost in my world of imagination. I imagined myself being surrounded by a group of friends, watching them sing melodious love songs to me and watch me blush. I remembered I didn't have much friends and so, I brushed off the thought immediately.
Next, I thought of my brothers. Being the only sister they had, it would be perfect for them to visit me with a lot of beautiful flowers and presents. I imagined myself opening a present and seeing the laptop I've always wished for laying sweetly in it.
Again, I asked myself why I was thinking so far. My brothers would not even think of such. They love me, yes, but I didn't think they would ever think of planning such surprise for me. Moreover, my elder brother was out of the state and he wasn't returning anytime soon.
I watched the moon silently as it shone brightly. The moon's light penetrated into my room and focused on my baby's sleeping face. I looked at her as she laid in my arms and I couldn't help but imagine what a beauty she was. A perfect one.
She came two days before Christmas and ever since, it seemed like my bank of love keeps overflowing.
While I watched her in admiration, my phone beeped. And when I checked who the caller was, my heart melted, as it does each time this person calls. It was my Sweetness, my darling favourite person.
Hello, love. How are you doing? He asked as soon as I picked the call.
The baby girl in me awoken and I found myself blushing over the phone.
I wish you were here. I really miss you." I replied sounding babyish.
We talked for few minutes and I asked him a question.
Honey, when you return next tomorrow, would you return with a Valentine gift?
I could hear him chuckle.
Is my love not enough for you?
For a moment, I was quiet and wondered what to reply.
What do you mean? The anger in my voice could not be hidden no matter how I had tried.
I love you so much and that's what matters. You know we already spent a lot and there are still more bills to settle. I can always give you gifts some other time.
He went on and on, making me see reasons why gifting on Valentine's day wasn't really necessary. Though I felt sad for a minute, I agreed with him and concluded that as long as we love each other, that was all that mattered.
The next day being Valentine's Day, I stayed in my bed all through. I played with my daughter and showered her a lot of kisses. I wrote something to my husband, appreciating him for the times we've spent together and for the encouragement he has been to me all these times.
The next day, he returned from work and after the hugs, he brought out something from the bag he was carrying.
I bought this for you, my love. He said as he moved closer to me, handing the package to me.
But you said you don't have money. I said already feeling emotional.
I was only joking with you. I love you. He replied, drawing me to his arms.
Turns out he bought a shoe that I admired for a long time. I was so excited and hugged him once again.
It was the best Valentine I've ever had.
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