As he opened each bag and found the wonderful gifts inside, Jack felt his delight turning to shame. Katelynn had done so much for him, and he’d only prepared one gift for her this Valentine’s. It was a gift from the heart, but it was still only one, and now it didn’t seem like enough – especially after last year, when he’d proposed to her.
“… Thank you,” he whispered, finally. “Katelynn, these are amazing. I, er …” he hesitated. “I made you something too.”
“Really?” With the direction diverted away from her own embarrassing gifts, she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from squealing too hard. She bounced a bit in excitement and looked around the room as if it would reveal itself. “W-Where?”
He bit his lip. “O-over in the bedroom. I’ll, um, I’ll go get it.” From the way he was stuttering, it was clear he was uncomfortable – these days, he almost never stuttered when he and Katelynn were alone together.
Setting the gifts down, he disappeared into the bedroom, and retrieved the item hastily wrapped in red tissue paper.
Jack Maple 