A basket of all his favorites: truffle oil, fresh coffee beans you grew yourself, a meal he loves, pickled pumpkin and extremely expensive wine that you processed all yourself.

He stares at all the gifts in awe. It was his birthday, but this was more than anyone had ever done for him before.

"...you're too sweet for me," he mutters in a breath, faintly shaking his head in pure disbelief. He feels warm and fuzzy inside.

He clears his throat.

He could pull you in for a kiss right now.