A Family Birthday II Babiesverse
I swear, this is the last of Nicole birthday spam. I wrote it all during class today and went home and typed it up, so... *shrugs*
Bucky and Darren worked hard on it all day together in class. It was big and it was lumpy and it was paper mache. It took both of the third graders to carry it home, Yasha scoffing at them as he easily walked passed and ahead of them. Luckily they ran into James at the front door so they didn’t have to figure out how to open it. James chuckled, opening the door and moving out of the way.
Luckily Nicole wasn’t home yet.
“You boys want to help me bake a cake?” James called, even though he knew they were both horrible in the kitchen. He was confident he could control them enough to bake a decent cake for Nicole’s birthday. He was wrong of course, and had to send them off to get cleaned up before Nicole got home. He didn’t think that she would appreciate flour-covered hugs.
Not one of them had said happy birthday to her yet. Not even Darren. It was a well executed plan. James wrote a note ‘Took the boys out for dinner. Think there’s something in the kitchen for you. -J’ and left it on the front door. Then, they waited. James dragged an unwilling, uncaring Yasha from his bedroom and forced him in the kitchen with them.
It took awhile. They could hear her tossing her keys on the table and hanging up her coat. Taking off her boots and stretching. Then, she went to the kitchen and flicked on the light.
“Surprise!” they all shouted, even Yasha. Nicole jumped, obviously a successful surprise, before laughing.
“I had thought you’d forgotten!” she exclaimed, grinning, and was met with objections. Pecking James on the lips, she pat Bucky on the head and easily lifted Darren into her arms. “Come on Bucky, Yasha, make a wish with me.” She offered, holding Darren up over the candles. Yasha snorted, turning his head away, not that she didn’t expect and Bucky leaned forward to help her blow out the candles.
After eating one of James’ delicious home cooked meals, they ate her cake and went out to the living room for presents. Bucky and Darren presented their giant (almost as tall as them) paper mache heart and James gave her a matching heart necklace. Well, not too matching. His necklace wasn’t a lumpy mess. Yasha expectedly gave her nothing. Even after nearly two years of her and James seeing one another, months of living together, he had yet to ever warm up to her.
When she entered her bedroom shared with James and found the parcel on her pillow, she realized that maybe that was wrong. The charms in the bracelet were obviously handmade out of play clay, strung together with a shoelace, but she still hooked it around her wrist, grin that had been on her face all night softening into something special as she noticed the note in the parcel.
I don’t want a Mommy, but if I did, it’d be you. Happy birthday. -Yasha
