"Morning Jackarooney." You said, leaning on your boyfriend.
"Morning." He said in his tired voice.
"Happy birthday." You began to get up.
"Noooo stayyyy." He begged, trying to bring you back down to the bed.
"I wanna make you breakfast in bed." You said sweetly.
"No I'm not letting you." He said, beginning to get. You frowned cutely,
"Don't give me that fuckin' cute shite." You giggled loudly.
"WHAT DID I JUST SAY?" He yelled.
"Jack you're gonna wake the neighbors!" You said.
"Whatever. Wanna race downstairs?" You nodded frantically and quickly got before him.
"ITS MY BIRTHDAY I SHOULD WIN!" He yelled making you laugh loudly.
Suddenly, he picked you up, brought you to the kitchen and trapped you between him and the counter.
"So who won that?" You asked.
"Both of us won." He kissed your nose.
"Lets eat and you can open your present from me!" You cheered.
"PANCAKES!" Jack suddenly yelled.
"Okay someone's excited." You chuckled.
"I feckin' told you to stop giving me your cute shite!" He yelled.
"Okay okay! Now let's make pancakes!" You chanted.
"HELL YEAH!"
