Hello readers! It’s nearly Valentines day, my first as a blogger and social media addict, and I wanted to do something special. As this is the time of year when we show our loved ones how special they are to us, I have been lucky enough to collaborate with Jord Watches in order to show you all how much I love and appreciate your support! If you are unfamiliar with Jord, they make the most stunning watches, craved from wood. As a lover of nature as well as classic minimalist design, these watches are right up my street. I am partnering up with them to offer one lucky person $100 off one of their stunning timepieces- to enter, just click here. Not only can you win this amazing prize, but everyone who enters also gets 10% off any Jord watch.
To celebrate the collaboration, I have also written a short story entitled, ‘Finding Time’ and I sincerely hope you can find the time to read it and to enter this aweseom giveaway. As always, I would love to hear from you guys, so leave me a comment or head to my social media and follow me! In the mean time, happy reading…
This was to be a year of firsts for them; their first house together, their first anniversary, and coming up, their first Valentines day in their new home. But more notably, it was also their first fight. Robert had been working a lot lately. In fact Beth felt like she saw less of him now than when they lived apart. Last night had been the last straw; not only was he late coming home, with no message or phone call to stop her from worrying, but he had very casually dropped into conversation the fact that he would be working late on Valentines day.
The conversation had went something like this:
“I can’t wait to spend our first valentines day together in the house…maybe we could get a takeaway and have a romantic dinner in, just the two of us?’
“Sounds good, but may need to postpone it a day or two after, maybe the 16th of 17th. I have a meeting on Valentines day, so won’t be home until late. Could you pass me the soy sauce?”
“What? But it’s our first Valentines in the new house. In fact, it’s our first any kind of holiday since moving in together. I wanted to make it special. Can’t the meeting be moved?”
“Not really Love.”
“Don’t you ‘Love’ me…”
And then the drama. She had told him he was spending too much time at work, that he had his priorities skewed, that he wasn’t making enough time for them, for her. He told her she was his priority but things were temporarily hectic at the office due to some people leaving, and that it would all calm down once they recruited some new staff. He said she made him feel guilty about his job, something he couldn’t help, and he called her a drama queen. She called him a rather choice word, too explicit to repeat, and that was the end of that.
Two days had since passed, and bar small talk and the occasional necessary conversation about bills or furniture, they had barely spoken a word never mind made up from the fight. She knew it was stupid, but that’s the funny thing about hurt and anger, they are so easy to hold on to even when you know how ridiculous you are being. The truth was, Valentines day wasn’t exactly a monumental holiday. It wasn’t their anniversary or a birthday, but she had had this idea, an image of the two of them eating takeaway out of the boxes because they still hadn’t bothered to unpack the plates, candles lit, a cosy night in just the two of them. She had waited for so long to have a place they could call theirs, and she wanted to christen it. Now, it seemed as if it would just be another date in the calender, February 14th, nothing special. She sighed.
On the day itself, she didn’t even hear him leave for work he had got up so early. She was off that day, using it to unpack and clean, a list of jobs which no matter how long she spent on them, never seemed to decrease in length. After several hours, becoming more and more sick of the sight of newspaper and packing peanuts, she had unpacked a framed photgraph taken at the beginning of their relationship. Robert was standing behind her, arms wrapped around her waist, both smiling widely at the camera. One look at that picture and she realised what a daft idiot she was being. She had complained about hardly seeing him, about spending so little time together, yet in the days since their argument she had spoken to him even less, BY CHOICE. It was time to make amends.
She knew he was working a double and wouldn’t be home until very late, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t make the day special. She gathered the discarded pieces of newspaper and made a Valentines day banner with red sharpie and string. She set out all the candles she could find to light when he got home, and after a trip to the local card shop, placed some red heart shaped balloons around the room. She also bought a card, nothing too soppy, just a simple ‘Be my Valentine.’ Inside she inscribed, “My dearest Robert, I love you more than words can express. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and selfishly, I want to keep you all to myself. I’m sorry, Beth.”
She placed it front and centre on the fireplace. Normally, she would make a meal or order them in something special, but given how late he would get home, this wasn’t exactly practical. So instead, she baked. At the local shop, she bought the ingredients she needed to make her Grandmother’s shortbread recipe, and she spent the afternoon making heart shaped biscuits. When she was done, placing them down with the card, she looked around at her handy work and smiled. If this didn’t put an end to the silent treatment, nothing would.
She yawned. Checking the time on her phone, it was just after five pm, she realised Robert wouldn’t be home for hours. Beth put her head down on the sofa, and decided to close her eyes for half an hour, but exhaustion took over and she fell fast asleep.
“Beth? Sleeping beauty?”
She awoke to a gentle kiss on her forehead. The room which had been bright when she lay down, was now pitch black. She wondered what time it was.
“It’s late, about eleven.”
She had no idea how he managed to read her mind the way he did, but she loved him for it. He reached beside the sofa and turned on the lamp, revealing her hard days work. He smiled.
“You’ve been busy.”
“I have indeed. I wanted it to be special. Do you like it?”
“Of course I do. You didn’t have to go to so much trouble.”
“I wanted to…look, I’m sorry about the fight.”
“No, I’m sorry. You’re right. I’ve barely seen you these past few weeks and it’s not fair. I told them tonight I would be scaling back, new staff or not.”
“I did. I had to get my priorities in order.”
They both laughed, and she threw her arms around his neck and breathed him in, relief washing over her. Fights always create a distance between two people, and every time, there is the chance it may become too great a space to close.
“I have something for you.”
He reached inside his brown leather satchell, papers and books filling the majority of the space, and removed a wooden box. The box itself was beautiful, just able to fit in one hand, it was smooth and cool to the touch.
“Open it and see.”
She pulled off the lid, to reveal a watch inside. It was made of a dark, rich wood, with an emerald green face. She held it into the light, the wood smooth in her hands.
“It’s beautiful, I love it.”
“Check out the inscription.”
She excitedly turned it over, revealing the words etched on the smooth, wooden disc, ‘I will always find time for you.’ She could feel tears fill her eyes as she once again embraced him, and there they sat a while, just holding each other, the only sounds in the room was their quiet contented breathing, and the ticking of the watch.
About my watch
If you like my watch, and fancy it for yourself, it’s called the ‘Frankie’ watch, and mine is made of dark sandalwood with an emerald face. You can buy it here. Or you can click to have a look at their women’s collection and men’s collections. Don’t forget, every entry into the giveaway also gets you 10% off, so get shopping for that perfect Valentine’s day gift!
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