“You got me baby-themed washi tape.” Tess had to force the words past the lump in her throat.
“I did. And since we don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl, I went with both. Do you know how expensive that s**t is? I can buy you like eight rolls of 2”, high-quality painter’s tape for the cost of one of those little bitty things!”
Tess clutched both tubes of decorative tape to her chest and thought her heart might just explode for love of this man. She had no idea how he’d managed to sneak that by her when they picked up all the books. “Thank you.”
He drew her in, wrapping his arms around her. “I know how hard all this is for you. I know this isn’t much, but I just wanted to do something to make you smile.”
It was tape. It didn’t fix anything, didn’t make the situation any less stressful. But
