The morning sun filtered through the curtains of their bedroom, casting a warm glow over the rumpled sheets. Emily had risen early, her heart fluttering with excitement for Harlan's birthday. She'd slipped out to the kitchen, preparing a simple breakfast of pancakes, fresh fruit, and coffee, but the real treat was the handmade cupcake she'd baked from scratch—chocolate base topped with swirling whipped cream, a single candle waiting to be lit.

She carried the tray back, balancing it carefully as she approached the bed. Harlan lay there, still asleep, his broad chest rising and falling steadily. Emily set the tray on the nightstand, lit the candle, and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. 'Happy birthday, Daddy,' she whispered, her voice laced with affection.