“Never.”
He left the bed just for a moment, then came back with another wrapped package. This one in red, and not nearly as professionally done. I glanced at him. “You wrapped it?”
He lifted a shoulder.
I narrowed my eyes, then tugged out the card—and then looked at him with genuine confusion. “The card says this is a gift from me to you.”
“Yes,” he says. “It does.”
“I’m giving this gift to you? This mysterious thing I’ve never seen before?”
“You are,” he said, then held out his hand.
With a baffled laugh, I gave him the package. He held it up to his ear and shook it gently. From his expression, I could almost believe he didn’t have a clue.
“Go ahead,” I said, playing my role. “Open it.”
He peeled off the paper, then opened the box. Slowly, he tilted the box to show me what was inside.
“Jahn’s watch,” I whispered, pulling it out of the box and holding the now-ticking timepiece up to my ear.
“You fixed it,” I said.
“No,” he said, his voice full of love. “You did.”
I blinked back tears of understanding and joy. Then I shook my head, smiling easily. “We did it together,” I said.
“Yes,” he agreed. “We did.” He put the watch on, strapping it on his wrist with something close to reverence.
“We’re going to make a hell of a team,” I said.
He drew me close and wrapped his arms around me. “Sweetheart, we already do.”