Sammy Lawrence Lemons/Smut

Birthday Care

Sammy pov 

I looked out the window as my parents fought about how my dad treated me since it was my twenty-third birthday. I saw a man walking along the sidewalk, I immediately recognized him as Norman Polk, my high school sweetheart. I looked toward the kitchen before I slipped my shoes on and walked outside and he saw me.

"Sammy," Norman whispered, "How have you been baby?" Norman asked.

"My parents are arguing about how my dad treated my moving out," I sighed. Norman held me and hugged me close. "I can't believe he still hasn't gotten over it."

"On your birthday?" Norman whispered, I nodded. "Why don't we head back to my- our apartment, I keep forgetting you live with me in such a small place," Norman admitted. 

"I know, let's just go home, honey," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders. 

I held his hand and he squeezed mine and we began walking back to our apartment. When we got there I unlocked the front door and we walked in. I shut and locked the door behind us, holding his hand and walking up the stairs. We reached the top step the apartment was really clean and there were candles set up on the kitchen counter and a dance floor, aka our bedroom rug set up in our kitchen. 

"When did you find the time for this?" I asked, smiling and turning toward him.

"While you were at your parent's house, I decided I would put up something romantic, and since I know you dislike romantic dinners, a dancing date seemed better fitting to your interests," Norman said taking my hand in his and pulling my body into his moving me into the kitchen.

"Oh Norman," I cooed, as he began moving us slowly in a square motion. "I'm so lucky to have you."

"I'm lucky to have you too," Norman whispered, I felt him move me away as he spun me colliding me into his body as I came back. Norman brought his hand behind my back and dipped me with his hand gently in mine, bringing me back up and giving me a small peck on the lips. 

"That was nice," I said softly, smiling, I really only needed that, but it seemed Norman had more he wanted to do.

"Well, Sammy that wasn't it," Norman said with a smile, "I was hoping that was practice for later," Norman said getting down on one knee, I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands, as my eyes widened, tears pricked at my eyes as Norman pulled the ring out. "Samuel," He said gaining my full attention as we shared eye contact, "I want to know if you'll marry me."

"Of course, I will, but," I whispered, "but, why today?"

"Any day would have worked but your birthday is one of the special days where everyone shows you your meaning, and I wanted to show you the meaning you put in my life every day," Norman explained.

"Oh, Norman!" I cried, "You're so sweet!"

Norman pov

"Oh, Norman!" Sammy cried, "You're so sweet!" I smiled and pulled him in, now it was time for the next part of my plan, dinner.

"Now about dinner," I started, "I made something special," I smiled, opening the door to the dining room, the table had an Italian dish on it, zuppa toscana. 

"You made this?" Sammy asked. "You burned water last time you cooked, how did you do this?"

"Sammy! Enjoy this and stop asking questions!" I said.

Throughout dinner, Sammy and I ate and talked, I made him smile for the first time in a long while he was giving me genuine smiles and letting out real laughs. Sammy's depression and stress have really been getting to him, I want to help him, and show him what he means to me. I overheard a conversation about how close Sammy felt he was to suicide, but I can't lose him, I've loved him since I was 15 and I'm not losing him now that I'm 23. Those eight amazing years are irreplaceable. I set both of my hands on one of Sammy's, holding it gently.