"Donald," Kingsley gently shook his boyfriend's shoulder. "Donald, wake up. I made your favorites for breakfast,"
"Five more minutes," Donald mumbled, burying his face deeper into his bread plushy. He sleepily bit into it.
"The food will taste better hot," Kingsley told him. "Also, stop eating your plushy,"
Donald groggily rubbed his eyes and sat up. "Breakfast in bed?" He stared at the tray of chocolate pancakes, fresh bread, chocolate milk, bacon, diced fruits, and smoked salmon.
"Yeah," Kingsley nodded.
"What's the occasion?" Donald questioned as he took a bite of the chocolate pancakes.
Kingsley gave him a funny look. "It's December 24,"
"Okay?" Donald raised a brow. "It's Christmas Eve?"
"You forgot, didn't you?" Kingsley sighed.
"Forgot what?" Donald began to slightly panic. "Fuck, is it our anniversary!? I'm so sorry Kingsley! I'll make it up to you! I, uh, give me some time and I'll make sure it's the best anniversary celebration—"
"Donald, it's not our anniversary," Kingsley told him. "We already celebrated it this year,"
"Then what's all this?" He gestured to the breakfast. "I don't understand why you're doing this if it isn't our anniversary or your birthday,"
"Donald," Kingsley sighed once more. "Today is your birthday?"
"Huh!?" Apparently Donald had genuinely forgotten about his own birthday.
"Why do you keep forgetting every year?" Kingsley groaned. "Donald, you remember my birthday, so why can't you remember your own?"
"My birthday's not as important," Donald claimed.
"Yes it is," Kingsley told him. "Today is your birthday. Today is about you. We'll do all the activities that you want to do,"
"What I want to do, huh?" Donald smirked. "😏"
Happy Birthday Vampire Boy!