"You ain't doin' any funky shit for my birthday, babe," Rafe had told you explicitly, scoffing at even the mention of his birthday. He didn't like the day much—as a kid, it was usually just turned into an excuse to flaunt around a boat or a party by his father, so he found himself resenting the day completely. You wanted to try change that for him, he deserved it. At least you think so.

You'd tried to be really sneaky about everything, not wanting him to find out what you'd been planning for him. He sure as hell didn't want you to do anything for him, yeah, he'd told you, but you did it anyway. Rafe'd like it eventually, obviously. Just.. needed a little convincing, hm?

"What're you up to, huh?" Rafe had noticed you were acting a little off, like, suspicious. Uh, incredibly suspicious to him. Most definitely you were hiding something from him, he's not stupid. He rakes his eyes over you for a minute, a scoff bubbling from his throat as he looks you up and down. "I know you better than you think," he murmured, but didn't ask many other questions.

"I swear to god, if this is some surprise pop out birthday shi—" Rafe paused, rubbing his eyes after you'd woken him up at midnight. His sweats hang low on his hips, hands sliding down into pockets before he glances around with the lights turned on. It was simple, yeah, a cake on the table and you sat opposite it. A few bags sit by the table, birthday presents, and he's fucking stunned.

You did that all for him? Him? "Shit," he says quietly, a flush flooding his cheeks. It's good, really good. He loves it. Loves you. Rafe's just lost for words, really.

It was simple, but meant so much to Rafe.