“Baby girl.” So soft I could barely hear it. My heart pounds in my chest. I want to run away and to him at the same time. So many emotions, I don�...�t know what to do.“Baby girl, please open the door.” He sounds so lost, so defeated. I open the door with intention of not letting him near me. “Come in if you like.”“Thank you. The robe looks amazing on you, but I knew it would. Did you like the other gifts.”“They are very nice thank you, you didn’t have to do that, and you certainly did not have to. It was whilst discussing our honeymoon that I discovered that Cassandra had studied history at university. Yeah, all right, it did mean that I/we could phone into the office everyday and check that disaster hadn’t struck. Not that we didn’t trust the people we’d left in charge. Anyway for the next eighteen days we travelled around middle England and most of Wales visiting said castles and a few civil war battlefields, etc. I learnt a lot more about English history than I thought I needed to. It was late, so we both gotundressed, removed our makeup, put on nighties and went to bed.We woke the next morning and showered, I had to shave, and do our make-upand get dressed for the day. I put on another cute dress and Patti wasagain excited at how totally feminine I looked. It was a little laterthis morning, so we went back into town to one of the many restaurantsfor brunch. After eating, we again wandered around, window-shopping andchecking out the sights. It was now after noon and Patti. The longer he thought the smarter he realized his wife was. ‘Ok! I agree! But, he has to get something for his birthday. Something he’ll like.’ They agreed on a skateboard. Barbara ordered one the next day. Three days before Josh’s birthday the poster came in the mail along with the CD Barbara had ordered. The day before his birthday the first issue of Bicycling arrived in the mail. The UPS truck delivered the skateboard later that day. Barb got them all wrapped and hidden before Josh got home.