For ford_girl99 thank you for your request, I hope you like it.
"Danny!" you exclaim, quickly coming outside and shutting the door behind you. "What are you doing home? Early, I mean."
You grin at him, trying to hide the fact that you were nervous.
"It was slow day, a bunch of guys were sick so we got to come home early."
"Oh, well then, um..." You nervously stutter, and your grin grows. "Could you, uh, go to the grocery store? We're out of peanut butter."
"Sure I guess, I'll be back in a bit." And he turn to head back to his car.
You walk back into the kitchen to check on the cake, which still isn't ready. The present you had gotten him yesterday still sat on the table, wrapped neatly in dark blue wrapping paper. You hope he likes it, though you find yourself fidgeting and worrying over it.
You start to ice the cake, using plain white icing. You carefully write 'Happy birthday!' on the cake in neat, swirly letters.
You hear the buzzer as Danny asks you to buzz him in.
You quickly put the finishing touches on the cake, a few swirls around the edges, before you put the tube back in the cabinet and lick the remaining icing off your fingers. You pick up the plate with the cake resting in the center, carefully carrying it to set in on the table.
You go over to the door and buzz him in. You chuckle when his eyes scan the room before they land on the table, with his presents and the cake.
"What's this all up and for?" He asks, going over to the table. He reaches to the cake and swipes a bit of icing off, licking it off his finger with a grin before he turned back to you.
"Happy birthday, Danny!" You say, all out grinning.
Danny looks puzzled for a second before a look of realization crosses his face. "Shit, it is my birthday, isn't it?" He grins. "Thanks for remembering it." He gave you a hug.
After the two of you had enyoed a helping of cake you hand him the small blue box. At first you felt confident that he would like it, but doubts are leaking into your mind.
He slowly rips the wrapping paper open enough to pull out the small white box, giving you a sidelong glance before he lifted the lid.
He stares at it for a moment before carefully picking it up, pulling it slowly out of the box to hold up so that he can see it better.
It's a tiny patriots jersey with the words 'daddy' stitched into the back.
His grin almost splits his face in half as he quickly reaches over to wrap his arms around you, giving you a bone-crushing hug that you quickly return. When he finally lets go to sit back, you ask if he likes it.
"It's a miracle, Sam."
