Merlin himself Would be lost...
The apartment was spotless, the table set, and dinner prepped, he had spent the better part of the day, and the previous night, prepping for tonight. All the classwork he had was finished and graded, his lesson plan complete, he was hers for the foreseeable future. He had spared no expense on the dinner, even going so far as to ask Finley for help. When his best friend found out why Jackson needed the help he was more than willing to help. The only person Maureen had more tightly wrapped around her finger than Jackson was her brother Fin. As he finished Jackson looked around, the dining room in their apartment was decorated, flowers, a few signs made by Jackson, and candlelight for the event. On the table, roasted pheasant, artichoke that he had roasted, something Fin had gotten for him, learning to cook them had taken a few tries for Jackson, but as they say. Third times a charm. On a table to the side, a pair of bottles of wine, a gift from France, and judging by the dust that had fallen off them when Fin produced them they had been in storage for quite some time.
Jackson checked his watch and froze, it would almost be time for Maureen to be back,
and he wasn't ready. The nice suit he had been planning o wearing was still in their room,
and he was only wearing an old pair of trousers, and a simple undershirt. H heard the door opening and knew it was too late, as Maureen walked in, he turned, and smiled,
or tried to after realizing his failure, "Happy Birthday, Darling!"