So it was Brad's Birthday and I wanted to make him something extra special. I decided to make him birthday cake.I go to the grocery store and get a small hand basket and run to the cake mix section and I rack my brain trying to remember his favourite cake flavour, god damn I should know this, it's been 5 months! I grab vanilla, praying its good enough and I grab vanilla frosting and a squeeze tube of blue frosting so that I can write out 'Happy Birthday' I go to the self-check out and the machine beeps, "Please put items in the bagging area." I check, hitting okay on the monitor and it beeps again, "Please put items in the bagging area." I groan, moving the things off and back on and the machine just keeps beeping so I give up, heading to the long line of people and I cross my arms, this is becoming too much. I leave the store with my bag and drive home, my hair's a mess and my eyes look crazy but I'm stressed beyond belief right now and all I care about is that I can make him the best cake ever. I get back home and get out of my car, unlocking the front door and I kick the balloons away from my feet as I make my way to the kitchen and I tie up my hair in a ponytail and I take out a bowl and get to work on this cake. Cracking eggs into the bowl with water and oil and the cake mix, which mostly gets on the counter but I salvage it by sweeping it into the bowl and I mix furiously, looking at the clock and I set the timer as directed and I put the cake in the oven, smiling a little. I decide to text Brad, "Hey you, hope you're ready for tonight, it's going to be amazing". I set my phone down next to me in the living room and I sat down on the couch and turn on the TV. Now I can relax. I wake up to the smell of something burning and I let out a string of curse words and get into the kitchen, opening up the oven and seeing the darkened cake, I swear loudly and pull it out, attempting to save it but it's too late, its black around the edges and of course. I just drop the cake pan on the floor. I burst into tears, pushing past him and hiding upstairs, shaking under the covers and I feel like punching a wall, I ruined my boyfriend's birthday, of all people I ruined the most important person's birthday.Brad walked in to the room a couple minutes later and kneels at the bedside, "Y/N?" I sniffle, hiding my face and he grabs my hand, "Baby? What's wrong? I saw the kitchen's a mess and you're crying." "Cake, the stupid fucking cake." "What about it sweetheart?" "It's your birthday and I couldn't even make the cake!" He chuckles, "So what?" I look at him and he kisses my forehead, "I don't care about a cake, I already have the sweetest thing in the whole world right here." I roll my eyes, "That's so cheesy...but you're just saying that, you probably hate me-" "Shhh." He kisses me lightly and I put my hands in his soft hair and I lean over, tucking my face in his neck and he chuckles, "Aw, you must've had such a rough day baby, I'm sorry." "I just really wanted to make you happy." "I already am happy, and besides, why don't we just order some pizza?" I laugh, "Really? So you don't hate me?" He scoffs, "Hate you? I could never hate you, I love you!" "I love you too Brad...Happy Birthday." He smiles, "Thank you princess, you're the best." He kisses my forehead and gently moves me over and climbs in between the sheets and cuddles me softly as I duck into his shoulder to close my eyes.
