"Babe, if you would just let me help you."

"No, it's your birthday. You just sit down and-" Before he realizes what's happening, a tent pole slips and whips him across the face.

The breath gets knocked out of her when he stands back up, holding his face as blood seeps through his fingers. "Oh, my god, Marty!" Hurriedly, she makes her was over to him, towel in hand.

He lets out a hiss when she pulls his hand away to see the damage.

It's worse than she thought, there's a small gash that runs across his nose, cheek and part of his forehead, thankfully missing his eye. "Okay, we need to get you to a hospital."

"No! Kens, I'm alright, really." His eyes pleading with her. "I've got peroxide, Neosporin and butterfly bandaids in the first aid kit. All I need is a nurse to help me." Forgetting that there's a cut on his eyebrow, he tries wiggling it. "Owie." He winces, trying and failing to ignore the burning pain. "And I also may need your powerful, healing kisses to make me feel better."

She can't believe this guy. Actually she can. He's hurt and still only has one thing on his mind. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

He squints as she pours the peroxide on his open wound. "Unbelievably adorable?"

Running her thumb across his jaw, she gives him a soft smile. "Something like that, yeah."

"I'm sorry, I ruined your birthday." His eyes are filled with defeat. This is her first birthday that they're celebrating together and he has to go and ruin it. It was suppose to be all about her and making her feel as special as she makes him feel every day.

He really hopes he can pull this off. He doesn't really know anything about camping except from what he's seen on tv and from his girlfriend's childhood stories. She has such happiness in her eyes when she talks about camping with her dad and how it would be just them out in nature. He also catches sadness of what she once had but lost.

He wishes he could get that back for her. God, how he wishes he could. But as much as he wants to, he know he can't. So he does the only thing that he can think of, he goes out of his comfort zone to plan the most amazing birthday she's ever had.

"Marty, where are we going? The restaurant's back that way." She confusedly looks to her boyfriend for answers.

"Yeah, about that." He slowly pulls to a stop at the red light, turning to face her with a bashful smile.

"We're not going to dinner, are we."

He grins, trying his best not to ruin the surprise, but he's struggling."Technically, we are."

"What does that mean?"

"Do you trust me?" He grabs her hand, intertwining their fingers as he begins to drive again.

She pulls their hands into her lap, hugging his arm. "More than anyone."

"Okay, so just sit back and relax."

"I can do that."

5 and a half hours later, North Pines Campground, Yosemite National Park

"Kens, baby, wake up."

"Mmmm." She sleepily moans, not waking up for anything. Not even for her surprise. Surprise. Her eyes snap open, when she finally snaps focus, there's a hitch in her breath at the sight before her. "Marty."

The nervousness is evident on his face. "Surprise."

Without saying a word, she opens her door and gets out. He mirrors her actions, thinking he did something horribly wrong and goes to meet her. But before he can even take one step, she has her arms wrapped around his waist, clinging to him in a death gripping hug.

"I love you."

"I love you, too, Kens. So much."

She shakes her head at his adorable yet ridiculous statement. Placing a kiss to the last spot she covered with a bandage, she wraps her arms around her neck, pressing her lips to his forehead. "Marty, you didn't ruin my birthday. You made it better." Resting her head on top of his, she lets out a content sigh. "This is the best birthday I've ever had."

He pulls back, looking in her eyes for any uncertainty. "Really?"

She doesn't know if it's the child like sound of his voice or the fact that this amazing man wants to do everything he can to make her happy. She's pretty sure it's both. "Really."

He's still amazed that at this woman. How amazing and beautiful and caring and courageous she is. She's so full of passion and love. His heart is so full now that he's found her. Now that they've found each other. He realizes that for her, just like him, it's not about where they are or what they're doing. As long as they're together, they're content.

"Alright, tent, prepare to meet your maker." He huffs, rolling up his sleeves, preparing himself to take on the beast that is their sleeping quarters.

She lets out a laugh at her dork of a boyfriend. "I'm in love with a dork."

He turns his head, furrowing his eyebrow. "I heard that."

"Well I didn't say it quietly."

"Touché." He smirks at the fact that she bested him.

She walks over to him, grabbing the other pole to thread it through the holes. As they bend down, to place the pole on the pin, their eyes meet and the only words that describe what they see is, that's love.

"Happy Birthday, Kens."

"Thank you, baby."

Best. Birthday. Ever.