The groceries you were just carrying had made a thudding noise as you set them down on your kitchen counter, hardly able to open the tied plastic bags and put the items away, safe to say you didn’t really care where you put any of it. All your mind was on was your nice fluffy blankets as you napped for a whole day or two.

Normally, a birthday wouldn’t be so underwhelming as yours was, perhaps someone might buy a cake or offer their friends to go out with them on their special day. But you didn’t do that, honestly you quite disliked your ‘special day’ and had no intention to celebrate it.

Unlucky for you, just as you had opened the door to your bedroom to lay yourself down in the comfort of your covers, your boyfriend had came out of the blue to surprise you. It was hard not to notice the very obvious cake he was holding (a rather colorful one too), you could only suspect what this was for, and you weren’t happy about it.

“Happy Birthday!” He told with such an enthusiastic expression on his face, looking nothing but happy to celebrate a day you had tried to ignore, “I know it’s not much, but I tried my best, you know I’m not a baker…”

He was so sweet and you hated it.

You didn’t hate him, no, you loved him, it’s the fact that he even took the time to do this at all.

You were upset, rightfully, all you wanted to do was relax after such a tough day—but you couldn’t be mad at the brunet for just trying to do something nice for you.

The least you could do was indulge in his small but pleasant celebration of your birthday.