and picked out the first thing he’d seen.
“When did you get it?”
“When we were in New York.”
My jaw dropped open again. “What? When?”
We had been together almost every waking moment, so how had he found time to go to Tiffany’s without me noticing? And how did he go there without me?
“I told you Chance and I were working out. We went to Tiffany’s instead. Apparently, that’s where his dad bought his mom’s engagement ring,” he added with a smile before wincing again. “I just wanted to look around. I wasn’t sure I’d even like anything there, but then I saw that collection and couldn’t walk away.”
I swallowed hard as he kept talking, hoping he hadn’t noticed.
“What’s the matter?”
He’d noticed.
“It had to be expensive. Your dad—” I started to explain when he cut me off.
“I bought it with my own money. I have a savings account,” he said.
I hadn’t known that. I’d thought that all of his money came from his father, and I’d hated thinking that his dad had “technically” bought me this.
His response visibly relieved me, making me more willing to accept the gift even though it was still way too much. But he’d bought me jewelry!
“Thank you. I love it. It’s so beautiful.” I kissed him softly, almost forgetting about his jaw, but he pushed me away.
“I can’t. It hurts. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Do you think you should go to the doctor?” I asked, suddenly more worried than I was a second ago.
“No. I don’t think anything’s broken. Just sore. It will heal on its own.”
“Okay. But if it gets worse, we’ll go, right?”
“Yeah, babe. We’ll go if it gets worse,” he said, purely to placate me, but I allowed it.
“Now, open yours. It’s not expensive or anything.” I started to feel a little stupid because my gift couldn’t compare to his. It had barely cost me a thing.
He tore through the wrapping paper, leaving bits and pieces of Santa all over the floor of my room in a messy pile. When he noticed that it was a book, he looked at me with a confused expression before he opened it. Each page was filled with baseball articles featuring Mac Davies, going back as early as I could find them online. The first one was when he was ten years old and had made the local all-stars team.
I had at least one article that mentioned his name every year since. I’d searched for weeks, printing out every single thing I’d found on him and basically putting together a glorified scrapbook, like most parents would have done for their kids but I knew that his hadn’t.
He flipped through the pages, his fingers running across each column and picture that showed his name and face. “This is all about me?” He sounded like he’d never even known the articles existed in the first place.
“Yeah. From ten years old until this past summer. I’ll add this season’s, too, once it starts,” I explained, and he still looked bewildered.
“You did this for me?”
“Yes. Do you hate it? Do you think it’s stupid?” I asked because maybe he thought it was dumb. Maybe the last thing he wanted was a book filled with all of his accomplishments for him to look back on. I wasn’t sure.
“I think it’s amazing. I’ve never even seen these before,” he said as he continued turning each page carefully. “This must have taken you days.”
“Weeks,” I teased even though it was true.
He’d played on so many different teams throughout the years that finding them all had been a pain in the ass but totally worth it.
“No one has ever done anything like this for me before, Sunny. Thank you.” He looked up, his eyes glassy as he pulled me into his arms.
“You really like it?”
“I love it.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek, his lips barely able to form a pucker.
When he started to yawn but flinched from the pain, I held him.
“Let’s get ready for bed,” I suggested, and he nodded.
We both walked into the guest bathroom, and I brushed my teeth while he basically attempted to eat toothpaste. Brushing hurt, moving his mouth hurt, opening his jaw hurt, and swishing any kind of liquid was out of the question.
Once we changed into appropriate sleepwear with parents in the house, I turned off my light, and we crawled into bed. Mac had to lie on his back since being on his side caused him more pain.
If I wasn’t so desperate to make him comfortable, I’d