He was tired from work. He got home late, everything was quiet as he walked in, hanging his coat. It was unusually quiet, even for his birthday. He walked into the kitchen, the lights suddenly turning on, revealing his daughter's and you, starting to sing him happy birthday.

"Aw, all this for me?"

He smiled, walking up to them, wrapping his arms around them, then you, kissing your temple.

"Thank you." He whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.