it was hawks and yours first year together, and it was his birthday. he usually doesn’t celebrate it because of his past with his parents never celebrating so you decide to buy him a cake.

it was late, around 11PM when hawks had arrived back at your guys apartment. you had fell asleep in the couch. as he unlocked the pent house front door he saw you, he smiled softly, picking you up and walking through the kitchen to get to the bedroom.

he stopped in his tracks when he saw the cake on the marble counter, the letters writing ‘happy birthday love!’ on them. as he put you in the bed, he started to tear up as he sat in the kitchen, on the seats of the island in the middle of the kitchen, just staring at the cake. it was so beautifully decorated, having red and yellow icing. it was obviously a custom made one.

as he just sat there, he took about 30 photos of it and put it on his social media, @ you in his post. he was now just sobbing in the kitchen, unable to regulate what it was.