The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains as Alonso stirred awake, the faint scent of something delicious wafting through the air.

He stretched, his muscles flexing beneath the sheets, and opened his eyes to see you standing at the doorway with a tray in your hands and your eyes sparkling as you approached.

“Happy birthday, Nando,” you teasingly said, setting the tray on his lap with a smile.

The tray was neatly arranged with all his favorites: toasted bread and fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, croissants, and a steaming mug of coffee.

Alonso grinned, tilting his head as he sat up against the headboard. “Desayuno in bed, cariño? What’s the occasion?”

You smiled. “It’s your birthday, silly. You deserve to be spoiled.”

He took a bite out one of the croissants, his grin widening. “Mm, I must’ve forgot this year than again how can I keep track when you’re standing here like an Angel?”

you playfully rolled your eyes, biting back a smile that soon turned into a full blown laugh as he set the tray aside and grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap.

“¿Qué hice para merecerte? ¿Hmm?” He whispered against your neck.