Opening with a fear of setting the house on fire probably wouldn't have been a very good wake up call, birthday or otherwise. Richie did tend to be a little jumpy in the mornings if he didn't wake up just so these days, and he much preferred the straddling. Hell, he didn't even really need the candles and fire, birthday morning sex would have been a really great gift.
"A man could hope," Richie said, falsely dramatic about it even as he shifted slightly, pulling himself up to sitting when Eddie shifted to grab the not-cake, but still pancake.
"Oh shit," he went on, a little embarrassed and pleased all at once because Eddie had made him breakfast in bed and was singing to him and damned if that didn't press all of his hopeful and domestic buttons. Richie was fucking gone on this man. That was just the truth of it. He smiled, fond, pressed one of his palms over his eyes and let a laugh bubble out of him.
And yeah, he blew the candles out before Eddie was done, but that was doing them both a favor, he figured. No one wanted waxy pancakes or a stressed out about fire fiance. "Eddie Kaspbrak, yours is the face of indulgence." Not that he could see super well, but Richie knew. The concept of breakfast in bed was likely an uneasy one for Eds. "Have breakfast with me."