December 23rd. Does this date mean anything to you? Absolutely. Finn's birthday.

He turned 23 today. Comical, yes, I know. And today was a day Finn had taken off work. So this meant he didn't woke up as early as he usually do to get ready for work; either if it was photoshoots, interviews, directing, writing, voice acting or filming.

But you thought that maybe Finn would like it if you'd give him breakfast in bed for his birthday. And being a great girlfriend, you actually did it. So, you woke up early. 7:00AM, your phone's alarm rang. You jerked awake and dismissed it as quickly as possible, checking to see if Finn woke up. Which thankfully, he didn't, and sneaked out of bed.

An hour and a half later, you got back upstairs carrying a tray back into Finn's bedroom; coffee, juice, fruits, pancakes, you name it. It was like these enormous breakfasts in American teenage movies, but for one person. The door, as if you owed it money, decided that today, even if it never did, it would creak louder that a goddamn attic trap.

You froze in place, shoulders tensing, but exhaled when Finn just groaned out and rolled onto his side under the blanket, still peacefully asleep.