❝ did you really think i’d miss your birthday ? haven’t missed one yet, have i ? ❞ she isn’t even giving him time to SAY anything, she’s embracing her son, breathing him in. she missed him TERRIBLY ; skype just isn’t the same as being able to hug him & tell him how much she loves him in person. the teary-eyed woman pulls back, cupping his cheeks between her hands. ❝ look at you !! ❞ she laughs, shaking her head. ❝ you’re not my little baby anymore ! you’re my little man now. oh, god. does that mean i’m old ? ❞ she jokes, watching him. sitting beside her in a leather-bound case is a brand new maroon guitar, just the one that fred told her he’d been eyeing for the past couple of weeks in one of those music magazines he’d subscribed to. ❝ hey, do me a favor & take a peek in that case. somethin’ tells me there’s a present for you in there. ❞
&. ❤ → @gingerspect. / plotted starter.
