"Where are the gifts?"
"The gifts! The gifts, dammit! Where the hell are they?!"
He was starting to get mad which never boded well, especially on days when he was expected to dress up.
"David, they’re in the boot. Where you put them. Last night. So we wouldn’t forget them?"
"Oh, yes. I just don’t want to mess this day up. It’s important to her."
"I know," you said, stepping close and tying his bow-tie. "You’ll do great. Just calm down." You patted his chest before turning away to open the boot of the car. His hand on your arm stopped you and turned you back. "Thanks," he said softly, leaning down to kiss you.
"No, problem. Just remember I expect you to dance with me after." Smiling at his groan, you pulled the brightly wrapped gifts from the car.