Birthdays for Tony Stark were difficult. After all, this is the richest business man on the planet. You can’t really outperform a birthday gift on him since he can definitely give you something ten times better. Not to mention he practically has everything on the freaking planet.

But still… He was your boyfriend and you wanted to do something special for him.

While you knew there was going to be a larger party later in the evening thankfully arranged by Pepper for him you still planned on doing something simple to one: show your love for your doofus of a genius boyfriend, and two: to give him an actual meaningful gift.

Meaningful you may ask? What you really meant was making him a breakfast fit for a king. We’re talking pancakes, bacon, eggs, French toast, muffins, and cinnamon rolls. Thank God you set that alarm for 3 am, otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to make all of this in time.

As the rays of sunlight finally illuminated the large floor to ceiling glass windows of the penthouse you eagerly crept back to the bedroom where Tony still lay asleep in the bed, looking majestically rough with his hair tousled from constantly rolling around in his sleep.

He looked stupidly comfortable and you loved it.

With a chuckle you sat beside him on the bed, gently shaking his shoulder as you tried to rouse him from his slumber.

The now thirty-seven year old billionaire yawned and slowly opened his eyes, his deep browns landing on yours as a smile crept onto his face. “Good morning..” He spoke, his voice rough as he started to fully wake up.