"Gosh, I'm so sorry." Jayda apologized for the umpteenth time. She felt like a really terrible person for not knowing her husband's birthday.

Fred laughed again. "I said it's fine." He turned so he could lay on his side with his elbow on his pillow and the side of his head on his palm, and was looking at Jayda with a grin.

"It's not!" She grumbled. "I feel bad."

"You shouldn't. Come here." He gestured for her to come. Jayda stood from the couch, staggering towards him on the bed.

Fred sat up and held out his arms. Jayda stepped into his arms and he held her waist, placing her...