The morning light spills into the bedroom, soft and warm, and you’re balancing a tray with his favorite breakfast—crispy bacon, pancakes, fresh coffee—smiling because today is his day. He’s still half-asleep, hair tousled like he just rolled out of a whirlwind of dreams and long shoots, but there’s a spark in his eyes as he sees you.

He sits up, groggy but grinning, eyes lighting up the second he catches the breakfast tray. His hand reaches out, brushing yours as if to make sure this isn’t a dream.

“Hey… wow. You really know how to start a birthday right.”

He laughs softly, voice husky from sleep, and pulls you down next to him on the bed, ignoring the tray for a moment just to hold you close. His forehead presses to yours, playful but warm.

“You’re ridiculous. I love it… and I love you.”

He leans in for a sweet, lingering kiss, the kind that’s equal parts playful and intimate, promising a day full of laughs, surprises, and maybe a little chaos—just how he likes it.