#birthday bundle

"It is not bad unless you have a reason."

"Are you for real?"

"I am quite serious darling."

Huffing, you say, "I will let you know that today is my 19th birthday."

"Really? How marvellous."

His lack of enthusiasm makes you laugh.

"Let's go lovebirds! We have to go to school!" Emmett Cullen, also known as your close friend and your boyfriend's "adoptive" brother pulls you out of your love stare and makes you move your legs to go to school.

"Happy birthday." Jasper whispers to you. A pleased smile breaks out on your face in return.

***

"No I'm not buying you a knife for your birthday!" Jasper tells you, urgently trying to pull you away from the prettily displayed knifes.

"But it's pretty!" You fight back. "And I'll be able to protect myself without having to hide behind you all the time!"

"Darling, there's a reason why you're behind me," Jasper is quick to grab your hand and pull you away towards the exit. "You can't protect yourself from vampires with a knife."

"But-"

Instead of buying you a knife, you let him treat you with pretty clothes for your birthday knowing that there's no way around him.

But when you all gather up in the Cullen residence and you start to open gifts from everyone, you can happily say that you were very pleased to see a knife in the blue wrapped gift Emmett gave you.

Your birthday last year was the day you dreaded the most. Because you knew he would take something from it and twist it in a way that would ruin it for you completely.

But just a year later, after many things happened, the two of you were put through temptation which ended in you dating.

That's why your 17th birthday suddenly didn't feel so scary anymore.

You walk outside your home to see Guzmán waiting for you outside. He's leaning against his flashy car with sunglasses covering his pretty eyes.

"Mingling with us mere humans I see?" You tease, noticing his designer outfit.

"Ha ha ha. Very funny." He mumbles amused by your attempt to tease him. He takes a few long strides towards you and pulls you in for a kiss. And another one after that. And after that one too.

Almost as if you didn't see him at school this same morning.

You snatch his sunglasses of just as he's about to protest. "Hap-"

"No!" You clamp your mouth over his mouth. "If I hear another person say those words to me I will-"

In a spur of fast movements and male overpowerement you find yourself on your boyfriend's shoulder.

Guzmán walks around to the passenger seat without a care in the world, almost as if he's immune to all of the stares your neighbours are giving him.

"Guzmán!"

He settles you in the car, "I'm treating you today. You know why? Because it's your birthday mi amor. Feliz cumpleaños."

That's how you find yourself in his car while he sings birthday songs to you all the way to the club where all of your friends are waiting.

You were always the one who enjoyed your birthday to the fullest. Waking up after only 5 hours of sleep you don't let the bags under your eyes ruin your mood.

After all, you stayed up until 1 A.M. accepting birthday wishes from every person you know. Now that is a good reason to stay up late even though you have work the same morning.

You jump out of your bed like you're on cloud 9. Your brush your teeth like you're on cloud 9. You dress like you're on cloud 9.

Everyone gets the point.

Smiling you jump into your car and drive to work... All the way to the District.

***

"Gooood morning everyone!" You chirp and flash everyone your prettiest smile. Rainbows and unicorns are practically surrounding you.

"Oh it's you." Sargent Platt replies monotonely. She almost ignores you until she notices the smile that's plastered on your face. After gasping in shock, she grabs her calendar and looks at the date. "Impossible."

Your smile only magnifies. "So... Where is my birthday gift Sarge? I sure hope that you got me a cake at least."

"You should go to Voight for that." She says but deep down she knows that she owes you a cake and a gift both. After all, you're always the one who remembers her birthday and comes to the front desk bearing gifts.

"Oh you know I will. See you at lunch break!" You tell her and swiftly skip upstairs.

***

"Surprise!" You arrive at your units quarters with the biggest smile. You knew they would do this after acting like they didn't know it was your birthday didn't work for years.

Your boyfriend is the first one to wrap you into his arms. His smile is significantly smaller than yours but it's there, visible to you and only you. "Happy birthday baby."

"You act like you weren't the first one to wish me a happy birthday." You giggle against his lips when his arms don't let you go even after the embrace is over.

"Happy birthday Y/N." He whispers into your ear one last time because you know that you'll be pulled away from him and clawed by the rest of your team. His lips don't stop there though, they nibble your earlobe and promise many more gifts after you're done with work.

You give him a look.

"Is that true Y/N?" Coach asks you and you have no other option but the nod. "Show me your ID."

"My...?"

"Your ID Y/N. Show it to me now. I swear I never trust one word that comes out of Mcall's mouth."

Quickly, you dig through your bag and pull out your wallet while your coach stands next to you. "Aww is that Mcall and you?"

His sudden interest in the picture in your wallet takes you by surprise. The whole class laughs amusingly and you quickly fetch your ID.

"Premission to enter my class. Granted." He smiles and hands you back your ID so you can sit in your seat, completely embarrassed. "Anyways. I don't even want to know what you did before coming in here."

"The day where I conquer the world is already here?" He replies with a rumble of laughter. His arm is sneaked around you, your body molded against his while he lies on his back.

"Haven't you done that already?"

"You're right, my love. I already did that."

Huffing, you untangle yourself from him and speed to the bathroom to start getting ready.

"I'm joking, I'm joking!" He calls after you. He speeds after you and flushes himself against your back, trailing soft kisses against your exposed shoulder. "It's your 276th birthday."

"You remembered."

"Well I don't exactly know how I could forget. I mean we've celebrated it together for 60 years now, haven't we my love?"

"You're right, we did."

"On that note...it wouldn't be a birthday if you didn't get a birthday present." He dissapears back into your shared room and you follow after him.

He reaches for something in one of the drawers and opens it to check if the thing he's looking for is really in there. Once he's convinced it's still there his lips curl and he appears in front of you in a flash.

"Nik you didn't have to." You say as your fingers brush along the dark velvet box.

"Now, now my love... What kind of a loving husband would I be if I didn't get you something for your birthday." Klaus brushes his palm against your cheek before whispering, "It's not every day someone turns 276."

"You make me sound so old."

"You're far from old." Once he opens the box you're met with the perfect diamonds set in white gold. The earrings are exquisite and beautiful. They probably cost more than you could imagine and something tells you that the man standing in front of you didn't compel anyone to get them for free.

You soon realize that your gaze fell on them for too long. Klaus' face easily shows triumph because of the fact that he made you speechless.

"I figured since I cannot make you part ways with your daylight necklace you would like these instead. And it seems as though I was right."

"Do you mind?" Still speechless, you allow yourself to move your hands and gather your hair to the side, allowing Klaus to secure the earrings.

His hands cup your face and slide to you shoulders while he takes you in like you're the most precious and beautiful thing in front of him. Which is true in every way.

"You look ravishing." He leans his head down and places butterfly kisses from your neck to your collarbone. "Almost good enough to eat."

And he doesn't mean blood wise.

"But what about that kid? His name's Peter or something."

It took Tony a second to figure out who he was talking about. "Spiderman!"

"Yeah, yeah him." Happy agreed before going monotone. "What do you want me to do about him?"

"Bring him along! It's time my daughter finally brought someone home!"

Happy couldn't guess how well that would go.

But he went to fetch you anyways.

***

"Why can't you just let me copy your notes?" Your friend MJ asks you that question for the 7th time.

You groan. "Because..."

"See? You don't even know yourself."

"You know what... It's my birthday. I don't wanna deal with you." You tell her and pull out your Biology notebook filled with at least 9 pages worth of notes MJ didn't write down for the next exam.

"Great, thanks. Happy birthday Y/N." MJ flashes you a smile before dissappearing into the student body. Shaking your head, you make your way outside whilst keeping an eye out for a certain Peter Parker.

You spot your boyfriend by the school entrance with flowers in his hands. Suddenly shy because of the sweet gesture you let yourself wrap your arms around his neck while he gives your cheek a sweet kiss.

"Happy birthday! Are you ready to go?"

In that moment you notice Happy standing next to a flashy SUV. Even though you can't see his eyes because they're covered by his sunglasses you can practically feel the impatience coming off him in waves.

"I-" You start before pulling out your phone and dialing Happy. He picks up on the second ring and Peter stands close enough to hear what he'll say. "Hi Happy. What are you doing here?"

"I'm picking you up what does it look like?"

"But I said I'll be going to the amusement park with Peter."

"Your dad's orders. He said to bring him along too."

At that Peter started to frantically shake his head making you furrow your brows in question.

"I can see you. Just because I'm wearing sunglasses doesn't mean that I'm blind. Get in the car both of you."

Not having any other choice but to follow, the two of you walk to the car, hand in hand.

***

The party at the tower is in full swing. You try to scan the crowd in hopes of finding your dad.

"It feels like I turned 21 and not 16." You tell Peter while looking at your father who's walking towards you like he owns the place (which he does) with a glass of champagne.

"Way to be extra dad." Ignoring your remark, your dad pulls you in for a hug.

"Only the best for my daughter. Oh! Peter! Good to see you again." Tony Stark greeted your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman boyfriend. "How is your aunt?"

"Uh... Sh-she's good Mr. Stark."

"That's great! Well... Thank you so much for taking care of my daughter for me. Enjoy yourself you two. I'll be by the champagne." Your dad winks and shashays towards the body of people which is mostly his friends and acquaintances.

"We ordered pizza last night," You say. "Do you want to heat it up?"

"Yeah.. Let's go. This is making me feel suffocated."

Your hand reaches for his own and the two of you push through the swaying bodies. Along the way you accept at least a dozen of happy birthday wishes and manage to avoid being pulled into several conversations.

When you see him struggle with how much he's actually allowed to add to your mix you shake your head, completely defeated.

"You know what honey..." You slowly reach for the flour and place it on the counter. "Why don't you take our daughter to the park. I think her nap time is over. I'll handle the cake."

Your daughter's birthday is easily the most important day of the year. It tops your and Matt's birthday without a doubt.

Even though he tries to hide it, you can see the relief in his face. He'll take the job to distract your daughter from the kitchen over baking in a heartbeat.

With hands on your hips Matt brings his lips to yours for a short sweet kiss before he dissapears into your daughter's nursery.

He sneaks her out of the house and let's you continue to bake the cake and decorate the apartment for the gathering.

***

"Surprise!" You all yell when you see Matt walk into the living room with your daughter in his arms. "Happy birthday!"

You managed to gather all of your friends and family just in time for the surprise birthday party. Now that your little girl is old enough to share this experience and not freak out over the surprise you decided to pull it all together.

Shyly she hugs her dad closer and buries her small head in his neck. You coo at her softly before helping her out of her father's arms.

Friends and family gather around to wish your girl a happy birthday and soon she completely forgets about Matt and you and allows herself to be spoiled rotten by them all.

"Wow." Your husband (clearly in awe of your handy-work) wraps an arm around your waist, taking in the sight in front of him.

"You like it?"

"I don't think it matters what I think." He admits truthfully before leaving your side and fetching your daughter. Matt holds her close to him and asks her a simple question that will determine everything. "Do you like the party Y/D/N?"

"I lov it!" She exclaims and flashes you her toothy smile. It's her biggest charm and it makes you both melt in an instant.

You fix her hair clips and brush your fingers through her blonde hair before pinching her cheeks. She giggles and allows you both to shower her with kisses.

He lit a cigarette and lifted it to his mouth, sucking in a long breath of the product. "Why do you think someone got me angry?"

"Oh," You whisper, a knowing smile placed on your face. "Because the clock striked midnight an hour ago."

To further check your point he glances at his pocket watch. It doesn't click in his head until he grabs a calendar and checks the date.

"Y/N..."

You dissapeared like the wind and left only a trail of perfume behind you.

***

"Happy birthday mommy!" Your son chirped happily. He gave you his toothy smile and made sure he gave you kisses on both of your cheeks.

"Happy birthday." Charles, Tommy's firstborn son told you quietly. He just finished violin practice and joined you in the kitchen.

"Thank you Charlie," You smile at the boy. "Come. Help your brother and I finish the cake."

You wanted to be a mother figure to the boy but more importantly you wanted him to grow up with your son and treat him like a brother. Because that's what they were.

"Where is dad?" Charlie asked you as you helped him onto a chair so he could work on the counter with a full view.

"Your dad's busy." You tell him. Last night when you left his office, Tommy climbed in the bed with you and fell asleep shorty after doing so. If he knew it was your birthday then he didn't do a great job showing it.

"Mrs. Shelby... Mr. Shelby told me to tell you that he wants to see you. He's at the stables." One of your maids informed you shyly which made you furrow your eyebrows.

"Tell Mr. Shelby that I'm not his employee. If he wants to see me then he needs to fetch me." You tell her whilst keeping an eye on how much flour Charlie will put in the mix. Quietly, with just enough decibel for you to be the only person that hears, you mumble, "I'm his wife after all."

"Mrs. Shelby I-"

"Never mind... Thank you for informing me Sandra." You decide. "Stay here and keep my boys company."

You press a kiss to your sons cheek and ruffle Charlie's hair before dissappearing into the hall. "Mrs. Shelby?"

"Yes, Sandra?"

"Happy birthday Mrs. Shelby."

***

"Tom?" You call out. With unsurprisingly he doesn't answer.

Your boots click against the ground as you walk to the entrance of the stable. Your hand grasps the door and before you can put your strength to use and push them open you hear the sound of thundering hooves coming your way.

Your husband rounds the corner with a snow like beauty making you gasp. You never saw this horse before and you precisely know all of your horses under your name. The races and the horses that come with them are one of the reason you and your now husband clicked and married.

You watch as your husband rides the snow like coloured horse. The horse's muscles rippled from under it's freshly groomed pelt and his powerful legs.

England's gloomy sky embraced his white colour and the wind blew his mane into the air like flames. A beautiful sight for a horselover like yourself.

"His name is Little Joe."

"Little Joe huh?" You walk towards the two carefully before grasping the raigns and brushing your palm against the animal's mane. "What are we going to do with him? Is he for the races?"

"No." Tommy says simply before jumping down from Joe's back. "Joe here is your birthday gift."

"It's not my birthday today."

Tommy gives you a look that says I know you're lying so stop. A laugh escapes your lips as you continue to stroke the mane of your new horse.

"It is Y/N. My calendar doesn't lie."

"Oh so you're saying that our son does?" You shoot at him. The reason for your sudden leave last night was precisely because you thought that he was going to remember. It's not like your son has been screaming that for two weeks straight. "Do you even listen to what he has to say?"

"Y/N..."

"It doesn't bloody look like you do."

"Hey, hey..." Tommy grabs your face softly before you can turn it away from him. "I listen to him alright? It's your birthday today so don't be angry with me hm?"

"Cancel your plans for today Mr. Shelby. I want you at home with your family." You tell him. "Maybe you can teach Charlie how to ride. He's a gypsy at heart Tommy. He loves the horses."

"What about Y/S/N?"

"You will help him decorate the cake." You say before walking away from Tommy and hopping onto your new horse. "Come along Mr. Shelby, we don't have all day."