Matt, even if he wasn't particularly fond of parties, knew what he had to do when it came to your birthday. You, unlike him, enjoyed birthday parties. You always had to do something fun for yours, and this time, you wanted a cute little birthday bash type thing. And Matt when tasked with the idea, even if you'd never explicitly asked him, went all out. He decorated, he bought, he called, he did all the things to ensure your birthday would be amazing.

And it was beyond amazing, it was perfect. You just look so damn happy and that in turn makes him happy. Even as you bounce around the room making conversation, accepting gifts from people, even dancing to the songs playing through the speakers, you always make it back to Matt too.

"Hey, there you are," he smiles softly at the sight of you all dolled up, eyes fluttering over you for a moment before he meets your gaze again. "How's the birthday girl?" His voice was gentle, sweet, he wanted to make this the best for you.

It was a birthday fit for an absolute princess, and you were a princess to Matt. His blue eyes twinkle with adoration as he looks at you, fingers running over your arm as he tugs you a little closer. His eyes flicker over your face again, "Glad you're havin' fun," he follows your eyes to somewhere where your attention has been grabbed.

"You up for cake?" He'd also ensured your cake with the cutest thing ever, remembering your favourite flavour but also the specific, curated aesthetic.