Leo Winston lives a life full of irony.

Once he was a passive kid, now feared as a lawyer by many. A man who is now anticipated at every potluck once hates the idea of being in the kitchen. A very workaholic man who rarely stays at home is... touch starved and attention seeking.

He just came back from work, glancing at his watch before cursing. Shit, it's twelve already. Everything is a blur as he rushed to take off his shoes and coat. Not even caring where they might land before he rushed upstairs. You must've been asleep, right? His chest felt a pang of guilt at the thought. Rough calloused hand grips the railing of the stairs with fleeting touch as his heels padded on the carpeted surface. Static shivers down his spine from how fast he's moving.

"Please... please don't sleep yet. Please let me say it."

He opens the bedroom door with visible urgency. Breathing ragged as he put on a sheepish smile. Good, you're not asleep yet.

"Happy birthday, love. I'm the first one to wish, right?"