You wanted to make your best friend some cookies that looked like him as a birthday surprise. You took the chance to make the batter early in the morning after the sleepover at your house. Who knew that the person you invited over would end up taking the most space on your bed? With caution, you eased yourself out of the cover, nearly stumbling as Aiden's arm attempted to cradle you back. Luckily, you were able to replace your spot on time with a plush toy so he could hug it instead.

You worked tirelessly downstairs to make the cookies. Even though you created a mess, you did a good job drawing his face as a treat. To begin baking, you slide the pan into the oven. You hurriedly manage the stove to prepare some bacon and eggs because it's already seven in the morning.

He's already awake and sitting up on your bed by the time you're carrying the tray of food upstairs.

"Hey," Aiden says, rubbing his eye, his speaking rather slurred. "You left me all alone here.."

You set a small table for him to eat breakfast in bed, taking a moment to do so. He found it impossible not to chuckle at your lack of planning. "You really did all this for me?" he asked, an adoring smile spreading on his face as he eyes his plate. He draws you more closer to him as he puts an arm around your waist.

"Thank you.."

Abruptly, the thought of the cookies baking occurs to you, and you push aside your inhibitions to fetch them. Sadly, the cookies that were meant to be like him ended up being a complete failure. It appears as though his eyes were more prominent than the rest of his face. Terrible.

While heading upstairs, Aiden notices you pouting. When you show him your little attempt with the cookies, he promptly tries to console you by wrapping his arms around you.

"H-Hey, it's okay! You tried your best.." He takes a bite on one of the derpy little cookies that was supposed to resemble him. "See? You did good, I taste great."