*Feyre*

I woke up to an enormous crash followed closely by a torrent of swearing from a certain someone. Rhys. I sat up, listening. A pause. More banging. A yelp. Then silence.

Rhys?

Nothing. I leapt from bed, barely remembering to cover myself with a modest dressing gown over my not-so-modest nightgown. Stumbling down the dark corridor to the main hall where the noise had come from, I listened with both ears and mind for anything untoward. I gave up on trying to find my way in the dark and summoned a sphere of fire that hovered in front of me, flickering. For good measure, I summoned my water wolves as well, just in case. I opened the door to the main hall, tense and cautious.

"Rhys?"

I gaped at the utter chaos in front of me.

"Mornin' Feyre, darling."

My fire sputtered out and my wolves dissolved as I gazed at the scene in front of me.

Rhys had obviously been preparing for a celebration. There was bunting strung haphazardly everywhere, badly-wrapped presents stacked dangerously high on the table, and he'd somehow managed to get himself tangled in bunting, sellotape and wrapping paper. He was laying in the mess, grimacing up at me.

I stared at him, speechless. Right as the pile of presents fell on top of him, burying under bright colours. I couldn't stop myself. I burst out laughing. I stood there for a moment, enjoying myself, until a sound of pure male humiliation caused me to rush over to help him sit up.

His hair was mussed and he looked slightly dazed. I giggled, and he glared at me. I just laughed harder.

"What's the occasion?" I muttered, fighting another giggle. He blushed.

"Well, I, I wanted to give you a birthday treat."

I started. I'd forgotten it was my birthday. I'd told Rhys about it months before. I hadn't expected him to remember.

"Well thank you. It looks fabulous!"

"Stop teasing me!" he protested. I leaned in and kissed him on the nose, shutting him up effectively.

"It's the thought that counts, anyway. It's sweet." I grinned. "The view looks fab."

He groaned. "Please don't tell Mor about this!"

"Tell me about what?"

Rhys sighed. "Hello Mor."

Mor stood in the doorway, the rising sun making her hair look like burnt gold. She had an evil grin on her face.

"Happy Birthday, Feyre! Rhys, you've really gotten yourself into a mess this time."

Her smile grew wider.

"Az! Cass! Get in here! You have to see this!"

"NO!" Rhys pleaded. "Feyre, help me!"

I used a claw and shredded through his bindings, making sure he was on his feet by the time Azriel and Cassian were in the doorway. Cassian Burst out laughing immediately.

Azriel took one look at the chaos and said to Rhys,

"Something's burning."

"Ah, shit!"

Rhys ran into the kitchen to find a flaming cake in the oven.

I was cracking up.

"Thank yo, honey."

Rhys put his head in his hands.