A/N: Soooo… fluff. Lots of fluff. Not even one chaste kiss, sorry. This was inspired by a line in Little Moments by Brad Paisley that kept me giggling for a while. Enjoy!

My eyes open to empty sheets beside me, and warm sunlight on my face.

It's Peeta's birthday, I think. And I want to do something for him. Seeing that he's not here- probably went to the bakery early to get home sooner- maybe a surprise is in order.

The word bakery stirs something in me.

Oh, yes. A surprise is definitely in order today.

The cake is in the oven, all the dishes have been washed, and all of the flour cleaned from –at least- my clothes. All I have to do is wait for the surprise to be done.

Peeta doesn't really like big, fancy displays of affection when they are "wasted" on him, but it's his birthday. He puts up with me saying the exact same thing about mine, and he ignores it all the time.

I've still got quite a while by the time I've gotten everything done, so I step outside- just for a moment- and check the primroses on the side of the house.

It's amazing how Peeta kept them alive last winter, what with all the snow. I remember how Prim loved snow, especially as a young child- how she would dance and twirl and make snow angels. I recall one instance where she convinced us all- even my dad and mother- to make snow angels. Everywhere.

And that's when I hear the beeping.

And more beeping, and more beeping.

I rush back into the house, into our smoke filled kitchen and open the oven, where I pull it out. It- the sad, fallen, scorched to death birthday cake that I had worked so hard on. And now it had gone to total waste because I'd spent way too long outside tending those primroses.

"Katniss?"

I turn around and see him standing there, waving the smoke away, coughing.

My face must be bright red by now, I can feel it all the way to my collarbone.

"Did you burn a loaf of bread? Because it's okay, Katniss. You did your best," he says with a glance at the abomination in the pan.

I bury my face in my hands. "It was a cake."

"What?" I hear him say.

I uncover my face and look at the floor. "It was supposed to be a surprise. For your birthday and everything. I wanted to have it done before you got home, but I lost track of time, and… well."

He comes over and wraps his arms around me, pulling his chest against my back. I hide my face in my hands again.

I know that he's laughing- I can feel it through his chest. I don't want him to laugh, even though I don't want him mad at me.

"It's not funny," I mumble against him.

"This is why I'm the baker, Katniss," he whispers into the top of my hair.

Maybe it's that it's my fault the house smells like burnt cake batter, but his joke sets me off enough that I take off upstairs, to pout by the picture window. I can hear him calling after me as I do, telling me that it was a joke, but I ignore it.

It's nighttime by the time he finally comes upstairs. I'm already in bed, my back to the door.

He doesn't say a word as he climbs in with me, just wraps his arms around me from behind.

"You know I still love it when you do stuff like that, right?" he finally whispers.

I nod, knowing that he at least he appreciates that I tried.

"Happy birthday, Peeta," I whisper after a moment.

"Yes," he says, "it was."

A/N: Reviews are always welcome!