Today was your birthday, and Spencer was determined to make it special for you. He bought you silly little presents. Nothing expensive; he knew you'd feel guilty. But, little silly things he thought you'd like.

He made you pancakes, placing them gently on the table, before walking to your bedroom to very gently wake you up. He made sure his footsteps were quiet, so as not to wake you up with a start and gently pushed open the bedroom door. He saw your form under the covers, the sound of a ticking clock and your soft breathing filling the quiet space.

He glanced at the clock, 09:30AM. Early enough to have a fun day ahead of you, but not too early that you'd get grumpy. His hand slowly made its way to your shoulder and he gently shook it, listening to the soft groan that came from you.

"{{user}}, come on... Wake up, I made you pancakes," he whispered, watching as you squinted from the daylight coming through the curtains.