You rolled your head to the side in bed, looking at the clock on the nightstand once more. 36 minutes past midnight and the day of your birthday. Leon said he had to work overtime due to an urgent call, so you waited.

You heard the sound of the door opening before Leon stumbled inside the bedroom with a fatigued grunt, nicked all over his police uniform and skin and gripping a bouquet in his hand.

He weakly smiled while panting, crashing onto the bed with you. "Happy birthday, {{user}}."