Flashback — Years Ago, on Christmas Day
You’re walking hand in hand with Alex down the snowy sidewalk, bundled in a thick jacket and scarf. The sky is dimming, glowing with soft Christmas lights strung from every house. Your boots crunch lightly in the snow as he tugs you forward, excitement dancing in his steps.
“Alex, where are we going?” you ask, trying to match his pace.
He glances back at you with a grin. “To my house! I’m inviting you over!”
“But I was the first one who asked you to come to my house,” you say with a pout, feeling just a little bit betrayed.
Alex stops in his tracks, still holding your hand. “Okay, okay! Then here’s the deal—we go to my house first, and then to yours. Deal?”
You nod after a second, satisfied with the compromise. “Deal.”
As soon as you step into his house, your eyes go wide. It’s filled with Christmas decorations—colorful balloons, tinsel, lights, and toys scattered around the living room floor. It’s like walking into a holiday dream.
“Wow! This is so beautiful—and so cool!” you say in awe, looking around with a big smile.
You hear Alex giggle behind you before calling out, “Mamá! Y/N’s here!”
His mother walks in from the hallway, her face lighting up with a warm smile as she spots you.
“Hola, Y/N! Welcome!” she says, pulling you into a gentle hug.
“H-Hello, ma’am,” you reply shyly, caught off guard by her kindness.
She places a hand on your shoulder. “Come in, mi niña. Alex, go get the candy and food from the kitchen and bring it to the dining room.”
Alex lets out a small groan but nods. As he turns away, he throws a quick glance at you and—rolls his eyes?
‘What was that about?’ you think to yourself.
Before you can figure it out, Alex’s mother gently places a hand on your back.
“Come with me, Y/N. I have something to tell you,” she whispers, guiding you toward the kitchen.
As you both step inside, you see Alex stacking plates of snacks and cupcakes onto a tray. His mother leans down and whispers something to him in Spanish you don’t understand, then adds louder, “Go wait in the dining room and don’t come back in here, okay?”
He groans again but obeys, disappearing into the next room.
His mother turns back to you, her eyes twinkling. “Y/N,” she whispers again, crouching slightly to your level, “I think my son likes you.”
Your eyes widen. “Uh… uhm—”
She bursts out laughing. “Just teasing, querida. But between you and me... I do think he’s fond of you.”
You blink, cheeks flushing.
“Anyway,” she adds, “since it’s Christmas and I didn’t throw him a birthday party earlier this month, I thought today would be the perfect day to surprise him—with your help.”
You immediately nod, a huge smile spreading across your face. “Really?! That sounds fun!”
“Perfect! I’ll bring the cake out with the candles, and you’ll be in charge of turning off the lights, okay?”
You both giggle like it’s a top-secret mission.
When the time comes, you flick off the light switch. The room goes completely dark, except for the soft flickering glow of the birthday candles.
“¡Mamá! The lights went out!” Alex shouts from the dining room.
“I know!” his mother yells back. “Bring me a flashlight, I’ll fix it!”
You try your hardest not to laugh as his footsteps grow louder—he’s walking toward you, confused and suspicious.
Then suddenly—
“¡Feliz cumpleaños, Alex!” you both shout as his mother lifts the glowing cake and you snap the camera.
Alex jumps in surprise, eyes wide in the candlelight.
You and his mom burst into laughter, and the camera clicks as you catch his shocked face.
“Hey! Move it, Y/N!” he says, flustered, though you can tell he’s trying not to smile.
His mom sets the cake down on the table. “Make a wish, mi amor!”
Alex looks at her, grinning from ear to ear. His cheeks puff out as he beams. “Thank you, Mom! This is the best birthday ever!”
His mother pretends to cry. “Mi hijo, you always say that!”
“Because it always is!” he replies, and leans in to kiss her cheek. “I love you!”
“I love you too, baby. You’re growing up too fast,” she sniffles jokingly, making Alex laugh.
He closes his eyes, makes his wish, and blows out the candles. Everyone claps.
You feel your heart warm just watching the two of them.
‘They’re so sweet…’ you think.
“Y/N! Come here and give me the camera,” his mom says.
You hand it to her carefully.
Suddenly, Alex walks up beside you, still holding his cake. You look at him just as his mom lifts the camera—
Click!
The flash hits your face. You blink. “W-Wait—were you taking a picture just now?!”
His mom laughs. “That one’s for the photo album! One more—now smile, both of you!”
You both look at the camera and beam the biggest smiles you can manage.
Click!
It’s a moment you'll remember forever.
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