Its been nearly a year since me and Gerry finally realised our true feelings for one another. But as much as I love spending time with him, I'm dreading tomorrow. Valentine's Day. Why do we need it? I just don't understand. Love is weird and I doubt it was ever meant to be easy. But I don't know how far, or even if, he will take the over-commercialised and meaningless event. I've got him a vintage car member thing he was looking at. No idea what its for! Sure I'll find out when he goes on about it. Or will he? Will he even like it? I hate valentine's day!

The next morning, I begrudgingly get up. Gerry's disappeared. Oh Christ. He better not have...

I wander around the house to find him. It's like a game of hide and seek only this one has been going on for at least half an hour when I give up and have a bright idea to ring his mobile. And sure enough, the cheesy ringtone leads me to his hiding place. He's holding a metre long rectangle wrapped in shiny pink paper, grinning like a cat.

"Happy Valentine's day." He says calmly, although the excitement in his voice seeps through.

"Happy Valentine's day." I conjure up the most enthusiasm a woman can at 7AM and reply.

He's urging me to open the perplexingly shaped gift before he does his so I begin to open it. I gasp in astonishment. . And the biggest smile creeps onto my face. I hold a clear plate that reads:

5UV NOR1

"Do you like it?" Gerry queries, although it is obvious.

"Yes!" I scream, carefully placing the new registration plate down on the sofa to squeeze him.

"Good." He whispers. I'm not quite sure if he's saying it quietly because I'm so close or because I'm squeezing the life out of him.

I turn to retrieve my gift to him and stare at it in disgust. With panic of what to do, due to the measly gift being so tiny, I add that I'm taking him out for dinner too. He opens to envelope to the membership and smiles with delight.

"Sandra!" He also cries out. "Thank you!"

So. That's my lesson learnt. No matter what the past may have been like. And what the future may hold. Don't be quick to judge a single event. For every day is different. And worrying won't help that.

Quick little valentine's day fic I did. Not as good as the other ones as I didn't have much time to do it so felt a little rushed. Reviews still welcome though! Thanks! :D