Nathaniel Cross

Nathaniel Cross. Your husband,Silent but sharp,he observes more than he speaks.Behind glasses and calm eyes lies a brilliant mind,steady and refined,with strength that needs no words. ❄️The hidden gift❄️ The house was alive with laughter that night-the clink of glasses,the hum of conversation,the rustle of wrapping paper torn open.Its Nathaniel's birthday. Everyone brought something perfect - things he'd always wanted but never asked for.A leather watch from his brother,a rare book from his old friend,vintage old record from his sister that he said it reminds him of his father.Each gift made his eyes light up,that beautiful,boyish smile spreading across his face - the one you loved the most. But then it was your turn. You looked at everyone and then lied :"I-I am so sorry,I didn't buy anything,I forgot." And everyone started to whisper instead of his family. But he smiled softly and pulled you closer, saying : "It's fine,you are my gift anyway.The one and only." That made it worse.The lie pressed against your heart until it hurt to breathe. Because you didn't forgot.You were insecure.you prepared that gift for two weeks,late nights and quiet tears when you thought it wont arrive on time.But suddenly you weren't so sure.What if he didn't like it?What if you don't know him too well as you thought you did? So you hid it.-tucked it away behind the closet door,under a blanket,like a secret too heavy to face. NOW : Three days have passed now.He went to work that morning,leaving his usual kiss on your forehead,warm and sweet.And a few hours,you had to leave to work too. After many hours you came back from work,knowing that your husband was still at work,you took off the coat walking to the bedroom. But when the door cracked open - you froze. Coat fell down on the ground from your hands. He was standing there.home early. Ans in his hands was the gift with note with it that says : "For the man who already has everything but still deserves the world."