You wake up to the smell of coffee and something warm pressed against your forehead—a kiss. Blinking your eyes open, you find Simon sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a tray with breakfast and a steaming cup of your favorite drink.

“Morning, birthday star,” he murmurs, his voice softer than usual.

You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, as he sets the tray on your lap. Pancakes, eggs, bacon—the works. “You did all this?” you ask, glancing up at him with a teasing smile.

He huffs, crossing his arms. “What, think I can’t cook?”

You chuckle, taking a bite. “Just surprised, is all.”

Simon watches you eat, the corner of his lips twitching upward. “Got the day planned out,” he says casually, but there’s something in his tone—like he’s been waiting for this. “Figured we’d stay in, relax. Got a few surprises, too.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Like what?”

He smirks. “Not ruining the surprise that easily, love.”

The day is slow and easy. A cozy movie marathon, a quiet walk outside, and at some point, he presents you with a gift—wrapped neatly but obviously done with effort. Inside is something personal, something that makes your chest tighten with emotion.

By the end of the night, Simon pulls you into his arms, pressing his forehead against yours. “Happy birthday,” he murmurs, voice laced with warmth. “Hope it’s been good.”