The Murphy Princess

Chapter 13

I was officially 24-years old. I woke up this morning to my mom bringing me a pancake breakfast with a candle in it. She sang me happy birthday. I got up, showered, got ready for work, and came downstairs.

There were several bouquets of flowers covering the dining room table. The most beautiful flowers I'd ever seen. Grinning, I walked over.

"Happy Birthday. Love, Devil Incarnate," the card read. I blushed, giggling like a child. It was so over the top. So Finn. My heart couldn't take much more of this. I couldn't stop smiling. Not even as I walked to the kitchen and saw my sister.

Jade was eating pancakes at the kitchen table. She didn't look at me.

She hadn't looked at me or spoken to me since our confrontation. I wondered if she read my letter. I didn't ask.

She didn't wish me a happy birthday.

As I was walking out the door for work, Izzie ran up to me, giving me a quick hug, "Happy Birthday," then she handed me a gift bag. Grinning, I opened it. A book. The History of Fashion.

"Iz, this is incredible. Thank you."

"I hope you have a great day," she'd told me. I hugged her again, my heart swelling, then headed to work.

Taylor and Amrit had donuts and fancy coffees waiting for me. Amrit threw pink streamers all over my desk. They had the entire office sing to me. It was very embarrassing and touching all at once.

Finn took me to lunch. I'd cancelled my therapy appointment for the day with Kina in honor of the big day.

"Do I get my gift now?" I asked, wiggling my fingers.

He frowned, "No. Not till your party."

"Finneas," I sighed, running my hands through my hair, "this is infuriating."

"Don't be a brat," he snapped, sipping his coffee.

"I'm not a brat."

"You're the biggest fucking brat I know."

I gave him the finger.

"...but I love you for it," he added.

Something caught in my throat.

He smirked, knowing as ever.

I sat back and finished my salad.

"So you'll be at the party...?"

"Of course," he said.

"Will you dance with me."

"Of course not."

"Finn," I sighed, "Come on."

"I don't dance."

"You danced with me in the kitchen..."

"That was different," he leaned back in the booth. I looked down at his hands, admiring the way his skull tattoo peaked out beneath his blue jacket.

"Whatever, if you loved me, you'd dance with me."

Heat flared in his eyes, "That's not how that works, princess."

I smirked, "Do I at least get mind blowing birthday sex?"

"Depends."

"On?"