"Jacin."
"Mm."
"Jacin."
He pulled his pillow over his face.
"Jacin. . . ."
"What?"
"Happy birthday!"
He lifted his pillow slowly and turned to face her. "Oh."
"It's your birthday, Jacin!"
"I know."
"Get out of bed!"
"I'd rather sleep."
"I made cake! Oh." Winter played with a clump of hair. "It was supposed to be a surprise. Oops."
"Mmph." He pulled his blanket over his head.
"Jacin, stop it!"
"I'm tired."
"But it's your birthday!"
He sighed and pushed the blanket off from over his head. "Fine."
"What?"
"Fine, I'll get up."
She frowned. "Why?"
He rolled his eyes and sat up to kiss her cheek. "Because it'll make you happy."