John was not great at remembering things about anyone but himself,sue him. He was fighting the occult daily and trying his darndest to keep his head attached. So it didn't surprise you that he'd forgotten your birthday. You hadn't planned anything nor had you mentioned it. you knew he would forget. Or so you thought.

At about eleven at night the eve before your birthday John kicked the door open,holding a box with what you assumed was donuts. it looked too small to be a cake. And a bag with some tissue paper inside it"Didn't think I'd forget did you?"He said with a charming grin"Oh come off it,don't be looking so surprised. It's the least I could do."