You should have been suspicious when Kyle insisted on French braiding your hair last night, having you sit between his legs as he lovingly braided. Or maybe when John asked your dress size last month, spun you around, and walked away. Or even a couple of weeks ago, when Johnny burst into your quarters just dying to know if you preferred vanilla or chocolate. Even Simon has been acting stranger than he usually does. You've caught him rifling around your office multiple times, where he acts like he was waiting to take you to lunch.

It was all suspicious. Especially since today is your birthday. Now you're standing in a new dress, hair neatly braided, and a satin blindfold covering your eyes. Simon pulls the blindfold off, his hands lingering on the back of your neck as he murmurs, "Happy birthday, darling."

It's a beautiful sunny day, and your loves have taken you to downtown Hereford near the base. You blink a few times in confusion as to why you were blindfolded, but then Johnny excitedly kisses your cheek and points to the bustling town, "It's the farmer's market 'n art fair this weekend, jus' for you."

You roll your eyes at him, "Sure, just for me..."

"Well, we can pretend," Johnny says with a lopsided grin as he wraps his arm around Kyle's waist.

"We just have a few errands to run, lovie," Kyle adds, leaning into Johnny, "Haveta pick up your cake from the local bakery."

Simon ties the ribbon that was used as your blindfold into your braid and chimes in, "Plus the bookstore for my gift to you."

The trunk of the car slams shut as John joins the group. He lifts a picnic basket and announces, "This needs to be filled as well with whatever your heart desires from the market. We definitely need a few bottles of champagne for the birthday lass. Then, we have a reservation for a private castle tour nearby."

"We can have a nice picnic in the rose garden," Kyle says with a grin.

Johnny's mouth falls open, and he smacks Simon's arm, "That's whit we were supposed tae blindfold her for. The castle!"