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It’s storming out, there goes your plans to visit Disney for your birthday; you knew it wouldn’t be too bad after all, your husband Clyde would be home soon. You had on your Little Mermaid Pjs, Tama and Antonio were cuddled on both sides of you as you played “Kingdom Hearts” in the Atlantica area, Ariel being in your party instead of Goofy.
“Meow?” Tama asked.
“Daddy will be home soon.” You pet his head.
Antonio was out of it, poor cat had spazzed earlier and is all tuckered out. The door to your house opened and Clyde walked in; a few bags in his hand. You pause your game-
“Darlin’ no, sit and enjoy yer game. I got this.” Clyde’s southern drawl rang out.
You just nod and focus on the game.
Perfect…
Clyde would take this time to set things up. He went back outside a few more times to get everything and kept his eyes on you. He smiled, seeing you so peaceful.
“How bad is it out there?” You asked him.
“Gettin’ worse, heard we’re gonna be havin’ storms soon.” Clyde answered you.
“Oh great.” You muttered.
Clyde for being over six feet could be a ninja at times. You didn’t know is the man cooked dinner and his sister made you a cake. Clyde sat the food down at the dinner table, he placed the gifts next to your chair and lit a few candles, he poured you both wine and left roses on your chair.
“Hey Baby, could yer come ‘ere? I’m in the dinnin’ room.” Clyde called.
You saved the game and shut the Playstation 2 off; the cats upset that you moved. You walked into the dinning room and your jaw drops.
“Clyde!”
Tears filled your eyes.
“Do yer like it?” He asked.
“I love it.” You replied.
You saw the roses on your chair and smell them. You put them into the vase in the window.
“So um...can I give yer a present now before we eat?” Clyde asked.
“Sure.” You sat down.
Clyde left the room, leaving you alone for a few moments.
“Close yer eyes.” Clyde yelled.
You do, you heard footsteps; one set you can tell was Clyde but the other you couldn’t. You knew it wasn’t Tony or Tama.
“Open ‘em.” Clyde told you.
You do and sitting in front of you is a golden lab. The dog barks and licks you. You laugh and start to pet the dog.
“Happy Birthday Tasha, this is Flounder and he just wants to be-” Clyde introduced.
He pulled out a kazoo and blows into it to tune his voice.
“Part of your world!” He sang.