It was your two year wedding anniversary with your most trusted companion, wife, Taylor Swift.
Even though you had told Taylor you would be perfectly happy to spend the occasion at home and celebrate it in your own ways but Taylor wanted to make it really special and memorable. So without a word to you on this, she had planned a special trip to the Oregon coast because she knew how much you loved the ocean and you haven't been there since you were at a young age. Taylor decided it was time to go back and so she booked the trip, the rest of your family members only knowing. You regretfully couldn't get the day off work and you felt extremely guilty for that, but Taylor reassured you that it was okay and she needed to go to the studio for a bit to get some things done. So you went to work in your office building while she stayed behind, planning how she would present the surprise trip to you. She figured it out as she had packed your things along with hers and put them in the trunk of the car. By the time everything was ready to go, you were just about to get off your shift. Taylor realized she still had one more thing to do, and that was to call your manager and make arrangements for to have the time off.
Once she was sure you'd left the building, she called in and talked to your manager, made the arrangements for you. She hung up the phone just as you had walked in the door, as a look of confusion had crossed your face. You were greeted by a smiling Taylor sitting on the couch as of you've left her there after you had gone to work. When you noticed she had what seemed to be a pamphlet in her hands, you started asking questions.
"Taylor? What's going on?" You ask, making your way towards her.
Instead of a verbal response, she stood from the couch and came over to you, wrapping you in a loving hug. Before she had said anything about what she had been planning, she put the pamphlet in your hands and when you started to examine it, you realized it was a brochure for the Oregon coast.
"Taylor..." You say as your voice trails off, once you saw where you'd be going.
"I know you said we didn't need to do anything special or fancy to celebrate us, but I beg to differ." She explains to you, as you look up at her.
"Are you serious?" You ask, still not believing this was all real.
"Yeah, I packed up our stuff and I have everything booked and ready to go."
"How long have you been planning? I should call my manager before we g-"
"Already done, no need for that because I just did and made all the arrangements for you." You weren't quite sure what to say.
You felt the excitement flow through you and you had even let a few tears of joy shed as Taylor lets put a small laugh as she takes hold of your hand, leading you out to the car.
"Let's go!" Taylor says enthusiastically, leading you from behind.
Before you knew it, you were on the road to your destination, the ocean.
"I love you, Taylor." She smiles as she takes hold of your hand.
"I love you more, Y/n. Happy anniversary."
"Happy anniversary."
