It was David's birthday today. You had already given him a good morning, a nice breakfast with pancakes and coffee, and of course a cuddling session with silly and absurd movies, which you liked because you had a good laugh.

Now it was evening, you had spent the whole afternoon preparing a cake, although David had insisted on buying it, you had convinced him to make it at home. Of course, cooking with David was like cooking with a child, so you got a little too dirty with flour. And you had a dinner reservation at a restaurant, so you put the cake in the oven, and cleaned up while David went to take a shower, then it was you.

When you came out of the shower, he was already in his suit, missing his tie. You started to put on your clothes (suit or dress whatever you want). When you finished, you felt his arms around you from behind and his face buried in your neck, his hair fluffy from the recent shower. "Best birthday ever. Thanks, babe." He whispered against your neck, his beard tickling you.