Summary: Cross gets a special birthday surprise.

Cross kept his hands firmly over his eye sockets as small hands gently guided him through his shared home and, eventually, brought him to a halt somewhere.

"Ready?" Dream asked, a note of giddy excitement seeping into his voice.

The monochrome-clad Sans nodded; His soul fluttered in anticipation while his mind raced with ideas of what his boyfriend could have gotten as a surprise for him.

A new sword? Some fancy chocolates? Perhaps a petrified fruitcake so he could finally get revenge on Epic?! The possibilities were nigh endless.

"Alright, you can open your eye sockets now."

On cue, Cross instantly pulled his hands away from his face and allowed light and color to flood his vision. Then examined his surroundings.

A breathless gasp brushed past his jaws.

It was better than he could have ever imagined.

Sitting on their kitchen table laid a large cake adorned by several lit candles. However, that was not the most notable feature of it. Rather than being the traditional circle, rectangle, or square, the cake borrowed the visage of humanity's greatest creation: the taco.

"It's beautiful," Cross murmured, awed by the masterpiece set before him.

"I'm glad you think so." Dream chimed. A sly twinkle gleamed in his eyelights as he added, "I hope you don't mind that it's chocolate flavored."

A faux sniffle escaped the swordsman. All the while, he rose a phalange and wiped an invisible tear from his eye socket.

"What did I ever do to deserve someone as wonderful as you?" He mused before leaning down and clicking his teeth against his boyfriend's cheek.

The yellow-clad guardian giggled, skull flushed by a bright yellow hue.