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.
