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A/N - Pointless, fluffy 100 word drabble witten for Tin Miss.
Cameron found John sitting at the table doodling in a notebook and marched purposefully through the door, placing a bakery box in front of him, on top of said notebook. He looked up slowly, face full of irritation.
"What is that?"
"Your birthday cake."
"What? My birthday was weeks ago."
"Yes. I have just recalled - your mother sent me on a mission for cake. I have completed my mission."
"Better late than never I guess," he muttered, opening the lid to look at the plain chocolate cake with "Happy Birthday, John!" scrolled across it.
"Yes, better late than never."