After another few days of mostly staying in bed or walking sadly around their home, Vincent's worry for his wife was growing. She wasn't talking much and was eating even less.
When they woke up to find a day grey and drizzling, Vincent decided he couldn't wait any longer. He needed to do something to cheer her up.
"After dinner tonight I have something to show you," he whispered as he held her in his arms in her bed.
With her back against his chest, Delaney turned to try to look at him, "What is it?"
"A surprise," he chuckled as he kissed her neck and shoulder, "You'll see tonight."
They ate breakfast at the table in her room which was becoming her habit as she rarely left the space. Vincent tried to convince her to go outside with him and walk through the gardens but with the steady mist of rain, she said no.
"Alright, I have to go work now," he kissed her forehead, "Why don't you get dressed and come down and join me?"
