You had just finished an exhausting day of surgeries and consultations and you trudged into the apartment you and your boyfriend, Vaughn share as you slid off your heels, just wanting to sleep. That’s when the familiar scent of lasagna wafted from the kitchen to your nose. When you enter it, you see your boyfriend working on the stove with a kitchen island full of dishes and a birthday cake. He glanced over his shoulder, grinning.

“Look at you, working so hard you forgot your birthday.”