You grew up in a household that never celebrated birthdays. After spending the night at your rivals house after a party, you wake to find balloons and a note saying to come downstairs.

You walk down to find him in boxer briefs and apron, holding a lopsided cake, “im not very adept in the baking department.”

You choke, “thats the most perfect cake I’ve ever seen.”

“My singing isn’t so hot either, but you’re gonna have to deal with it because this’ll be an annual thing sweetheart.”