London England, Monday night

[grand_fallguy]

Tim had often done the cooking back when it was just his mother and he in the apartment in New York. But it was usually simple stuff.

Okay lasagna might not be the fanciest dinner ever, but still. Tim had never done anything that elaborate before. Hobson had secretly gone behind him and helped where needed, and Tim pretended not to have noticed. It worked out well.

Dessert was store-bought of course. Gwynn's favorite. And there were makings for mixed drinks for later.

They were a number of years too early for Netflix and chill, but Tim had tried for the next best thing, renting a few movies that he hoped she'd like to see, and one or two he knew she'd mentioned favorably.

And of course there was a neatly wrapped present on the coffee table.

Now of course, all that was needed was the girl.

And yes, he knew it was Monday. He was determined however to worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.

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Gwynn knew that Tim was probably doing something for her birthday, so after she got off work, she took a shower there and made sure that she looked presentable for whatever her her fiance had planned for her tonight. She loved spending holidays and especially her birthday with him because he always made the day or evening seem so very special for her.

She opened the door to their flat and smiled at the scent of Italian food of some kind.She couldn't wait to see everything that he had decided to do for tonight. (They never skimped on birthdays for each other.)

"Tim, I'm home."