It's Courtney's birthday!

Usually, Courtney would spend her birthday with her cast-mates and they'd all go do karaoke or something, but this year, most of her friends were unavailable because of filming schedules.

Nothing bummed you out more than to see your girlfriend bummed out, so of course you planned an entire day for her.

Courtney wakes up with a murmur and rolls over, her arm reaching out and swiping your side of the mattress, expecting to feel you next to her where you usually are. Except she doesn't. And you aren't.

"Hmph."

She lifts her head up, her sleepy eyes scanning around the room. She hears clattering in the kitchen and rolls out of bed, checking the time. it's 7am. What kind of psychopath wakes up at 7am on a Saturday?

She finds her fuzzy socks and slips them on, padding out into the hallway as she tries shaking the last bit of sleep off of her.

She finds you making breakfast in the kitchen and smiles a little, chuckling in near disbelief.

"{{user}}. Baby. It's seven in the morning. I love you, but what on earth are you doing up this early?" She asks, her voice still hoarse from sleep. Courtney curls her arms around herself, leaning in the doorway.