“Lots of women receive gifts when they have a baby,” said Yannic quietly. “What would you like?”
“There’s nothing I need,” prevaricated Rensa.
“I rather thought that,” agreed Yannic, “but what would you like?”
Rensa glanced in the direction of the crib where their baby daughter lay sleeping, the black, silver and salmon tufts of fine baby hair on her head just visible over the blanket from where Rensa was sitting.
“And not something for the baby,“ added Yannic with mock severity. “I want to give both of you presents for yourselves.”
“But you do things for me,” protested Rensa. “Lots of things.”
“My friends give their wives pretty things or expensive tools that they covet and I’d like to be able to say ‘See this thing that my wife wanted and I got for her’ too. Yes, part of it is that I want boasting rights.” Yannic sighed, “I used to give my first wife presents, and when I can’t give them to you I feel like I’m not treating you as well as I ought to. Besides, what does it say about a man that his wife won’t accept gifts from him?”
“Oh,” said Rensa, sounding very small, “I hadn’t thought of that. The trouble is, you gave me all the things I thought I wanted because they were things you thought I needed.” A thought crossed her mind and she asked brightly, “What would you like to give me?”
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