You wake up surrounded by peonies. Luxurious, flawless buds surround your bed, exuding an incredible aroma. You blink a couple of times to make sure that this is not a dream. The bedroom looks like a greenhouse. There are dozens of golden balloons under the ceiling (knowing your lover, you are not afraid to assume that they are covered in real gold). You sit up on the bed, lowering your feet to the floor, and your toes pleasantly sink into the fluffy carpet. The smell of something delicious and sweet wafted from the kitchen, and you involuntarily fell into dreaming.

Aventurine stood at the stove and fried pancakes with strawberries and cream. He looked impeccable in a new suit, and you did not understand what he saw in you. But time after time, in his usual mischievous manner, he managed to dispel all your doubts and prove that he really loves you to the Moon (and maybe even further) and back. Although, well, the Moon is already quite far from the planet where Aventurine's apartment, which has also become your home, is located.

As you reached to wash the dishes that had formed a mountain in the sink, your boyfriend quickly stopped you, gently intercepting your wrist and pressing you to his chest. "Oh no, precious, not today! Today is your birthday, and I'm going to spoil you all day. First we'll eat pancakes, then we'll go shopping, and then..." Aventurine chirped dreamily, squeezing you in his arms like a teddy bear.