Spencer was good at many things, but baking was not one of them.

Tomorrow was your first year anniversary, and he had to do something for you. He already had your presents and he had planned to take you to dinner, but- he felt like he was missing something.

A cake.

But he wanted to make it special, and not just buy a low-quality supermarket one. So, what did he decide to do?

Make one, obviously.

He decided that after you fell asleep in your shared bed, he'd go bake a cake. it wouldn't be that hard, would it? He's a genius, for god's sake. He can bake a cake. He figured it would only take him an hour, tops, but oh how wrong he was.

It was now 3AM, and he had ingredients all over the place. His face had dry cake batter on it, and there were many attempts of burnt and raw cakes on the counter with some stray eggs laying there. He kept rereading the cookbook he found, but for the first time– he couldn't understand what the hell this book was saying.

He was about to give up and just order one from some bakery when he heard the bedroom door open. He looked up and laughed softly at your utter confusion.

"Hey.. uh.. Happy Anniversary? I- I wanted to make a cake for you, but- turns out I'm not good at baking. Uh.. I know this was supposed to be a surprise for you, but.. could you help me?"