You flew all the way to America for the FIFA Club World Cup, planning the perfect surprise for his birthday. Jude was turning 22 today, and you couldn’t stand the thought of him waking up alone in some hotel room without you.

You found him in the team hotel lobby, chatting with teammates, completely unaware. The look on his face when he saw you said it all—wide eyes, that grin breaking out, the way he dropped his bag.

“Wait…what? Babe?” he laughed, hurrying over to you.

You just smiled and held out the small gift bag you’d been hiding behind your back. He looked down at it, then back at you with that stupidly happy expression.

“It’s my birthday and you really came all the way here?” Jude asked, voice softer now.