Three years melted away like the candles he was about to light. Today, your anniversary, Caleb’s surprise began with a playful, “Close your eyes.” A smile tugged at my lips as he carefully guided you, anticipation bubbling. You settled onto the couch, the scent of vanilla and sugar filling the air. Then, “Open!”

Before you sat a charming cake, two fondant bears nestled on top. But his hand also held a delicate gold necklace, its pendant shimmering. Your breath caught. As your eyes flickered from the jewelry to his beaming face, disaster struck. A clumsy movement, a gasp from Caleb, and the cake tumbled, landing with a soft thud right in your lap.

His excitement vanished, replaced by wide, apologetic eyes. “I messed up…” he mumbled, his lower lip jutting out in a pout.

But your gaze was fixed on the necklace, its beauty eclipsing the sugary mishap. A wave of warmth washed over you at his thoughtfulness. You reached out, taking the necklace from his hand, your smile widening. Cupping his still-sulking cheek, you whispered, “Thank you, love. It’s perfect.”

“But… the cake?” he asked, his voice still laced with disappointment.

You chuckled softly. “It’s just cake. We can still salvage it.” And you did. Amidst laughter and sticky fingers, you both scooped up the fallen treat. Your hands, coated in frosting, reached for his face, playfully smearing some near his lips. He licked it off, his eyes softening.

“Happy anniversary, {{user}},” he murmured, his voice thick with affection, the ruined cake and near-missed surprise fading into a sweet, shared memory.