"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I scream, running into the tent at top speed and jumping up and down on his bed.

I can tell by Indy's groan that he doesn't want my attention at this particular early hour, but I'm much too hyper to take it away from him. I continue to bounce up and down on his bed.

"Wake up! It's not every day you turn twenty seven!" I shout in his ear.

When he gives a candid sigh and rolls over with a grumble, I let out a huffy breath.

This man needs to wake up, I tell you.

As quietly as possible, I take his pillow out from under him and start to hit him over the head continually. He finally sits up, grabbing my wrists and pinning me to the bed so I cannot attack him anymore. He blinks for a few seconds and then stares me down with the sternest of expressions. I feel like a naughty child again.

"Are you done acting like a five-year old, Miss Ravenwood?" He asks, matching me with a hazel gaze.

"What can I say, you bring out the kid in me." I say weakly, finding myself trying to sink deeper into his mattress as he continues to stare at me.

"Alright, well, I'm awake. What can I do for you?" He asks, letting me up.

"Happy Birthday!" I shout, throwing my arms around his neck and hugging him fiercely.

"Thanks." He says with a small grin. "Do I get a present?"

"OF COURSE!" I scream excitedly, running to my tent. "Close your eyes."

I come back into his tent with a box in my hands. I hold it out and tell him to open his eyes.

He looks at the box blankly for a moment, but then takes it from my hands.

He opens it, a smile spreading across his face like sun across a darkened sky.

"You made me a cake?" He asks, looking wondered at the fact that I can actually cook something without setting it on fire.

"Yeah, Sallah's wife helped me." I said sheepishly, looking down at my feet.

This is half true, but I don't need to tell Indy that I was up till four in the morning making it and just arrived at camp about ten minutes ago. I'm acting hyper just so the fatigue doesn't show.

I silently hand him a fork. "Try it."

He takes it tentatively from my hand and takes a bite, chewing it slowly as if to ponder over it. My nails dig into the skin of my palms as I clench my fists in nervousness. Why am I nervous about this?

Suddenly, he rushes forward and scoops me up in his arms. I bleat pathetically for him to let me go, but he ignores me as he spins me around in circles. I feel faintly sick as he sets me down again.

"So, I take it that you like it?" I ask, leaning forward onto his arm as I wobble slightly.

"I love it. I can't believe you knew it was my birthday! I thought you were going to ruin it for me just as I ruined yours!" He says with a bark of laughter.

I can't help but laugh along with him. Four months ago, I probably would have plotted for his downfall on this day, but now, I could never want to even harm a single hair on his head.

"So, on this day, July First, the Great Indiana Jones turns twenty seven." I say, smiling up at him.

"Yes." He clarifies, shaking his head as he smiles back at me. "What time is it?"

"Five thirty." I answer, before letting out a tumultuous yawn.

He studies me for a long minute before saying, "You were up all night making that cake, weren't you?"

I shake my head defiantly, not wanting him to worry about my well-being, but my cover is blown as I yawn for a second time.

"C'mon. You need some sleep." He says, lifting me up again and cradling me in his arms.

"But I'm Pitcher Girl." I protest. "I can't slack on my work."

"I'll tell Abner that you're going to need the day off. I'm sure it'll be fine." He assures me, pulling my tent flap open and carrying me inside.

"Why, in situations such as these, are YOU the one always carrying ME to MY bed. When will I get to do the same for you?" I ask sleepily as he lays me in my cot.

"Sweetheart, when the day comes that you can carry me, you will have earned the Fedora." He says, tucking the blanket around me.

"What if there's another way I can get it from you?" I inquire, closing my eyes.

"Then you'll just have to find that way, won't you?" He inquires back, patting my shoulder as he stands up to go.

"Happy Birthday." I call to him.

His laughter is the last thing I hear before I fall asleep.

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