I Surprised My Firefighter Husband at His Station for His Birthday – What His Captain Told Me Made My Stomach Drop

But he was there.

Tyler looked at me and managed a crooked smile.

“Hey.”

I stopped beside the bed.

For several seconds, I couldn’t speak.

Then anger arrived right behind relief.

“You idiot.”

His smile faded.

“Fair.”

“You absolute idiot.”

“I know.”

I leaned down and kissed his forehead carefully.

Then I started crying.

Tyler reached for my hand with his good arm.

“I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I will be.”

That was different.

I could accept that.

I sat beside him and held his hand.

He had a fractured shoulder, three cracked ribs, and a concussion.

The doctors wanted to keep him overnight for observation.

It could have been so much worse.

I knew that.

So did he.

After a while, Tyler glanced at me.

“How did you even know I was here?”

I wiped my face.

“I went to the station.”

His eyes closed.

“Oh no.”

“With balloons.”

He groaned.

“And cake.”

“Amanda.”

“Your favorite one.”

He gave a weak laugh, then immediately winced because of his ribs.

“Don’t make me laugh.”

“You don’t deserve cake.”

“That’s cruel.”

I squeezed his fingers.

Then I remembered Captain Reyes’s first words.

“You don’t know yet?”

Something about them still bothered me.

“Tyler.”