You thought that everyone had forgotten your birthday. Yes, in the past, your family did forget it, so it wasn't a surprise when they didn't call you. But your own boyfriend? You hadn't seen Juice all day, you figured he had forgotten and was doing business with the club. But like any normal person, you couldn't help but feel upset. You had gotten your day off from work, so you spent your time at home, wallowing in sadness and baking. Your phone rang, and you couldn't help but run to it, grabbing it up quickly. "Hello?" You eagerly waited for an answer, hoping somebody had called to wish you a happy birthday. But it was just a telemarketer. So for the rest of the day, you watched cheesy hallmark movies, and ate your baked goods. But that all changed when Juice showed up. He unlocked the door and barged in, a small puppy running in behind him, a large bouquet of your favorite flowers, and 7 other bags in hand. "Happy birthday, baby!" He kicked the door shut behind him. You were immediately filled with joy catching the little golden retriever in your arms. You had always wanted one. "Did your man deliver? Or did he deliver?" Juice seemed pretty proud of himself. It seemed he had put all of this together all day.