Gabriel lay on his bed one afternoon, staring at the painted-white ceiling of his apartment room, a frown creasing his brow, deep in thought. It was his and Claire's third anniversary tomorrow and he still doesn't have any idea what to give her! He's given her a silver-and-red necklace on their first anniversary, telling her that "even without it, she still looks as beautiful as ever" and a pair of rose earrings last year, that time whispering softly in her ear when he'd leaned forward, "You're more beautiful than any rose on this earth."
She loves each of his presents and she in return had given him a silver upside-down-cross necklace bearing their names on it, entwined at the "i" (she'd mused, "I remember that however much we try to avoid each other and go opposite ways, somehow an invisible string brings us to each other for answers again.") and a copy of "Pillars of the Earth" ("I remember how much you'd wanted a copy when we were in that bookstore. You couldn't bring yourself to put it down!" They'd laughed.).
Now, Gabriel had no idea what to buy! Or make . . .
He remembers how much she loves snow globes, like his late adoptive mother. Maybe I could buy her one? he asked himself, but decided against it. I could let her be inside a snow globe by the time Christmas comes . . . Yeah, I'll do that. He smiled at his own idea. Well, now he has an idea for what his Christmas gift would be . . . but he still doesn't know what to give her for tomorrow!
He sighed, and bumped his head on his bed, forcing himself to think.
Like a freight train, it hit him. His eyes opened wide, and widened even more when he kept thinking of the present he was thinking of giving for Claire the next day . . .
It was perfect.
Perfect! he repeated to himself, a huge grin spreading on his face.
He sat up and got off his bed, walking over to his bedroom door, still thinking about his brilliant (?) idea.
Yes, she would love it. She would love it! However fluffy, corny, and cheesy it may be, she'll love it! His grin only widened when he mused, Oh, she'll laugh at the irony, that's for sure. He chuckled, shrugged on his coat and strode over to the door, which he opened, locked, and closed with a bubbly air.
He'd never felt so . . . giddy in . . . well, never, actually.
All was right with the world.
For now.