bubba || c.b

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Morgan's POV

I watch my best friend- sitting at the kitchen table in front of the cake with the "11" candle burning, look around wide eyed and smiling, with pink cheeks just itching to close her eyes, blow out the flame, and make a wish.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUU" everyone surrounding us screaming and clapping.

She does it just like she has every year before, closes her eyes, takes a second to think, and blows out the flame.

I walk over to switch on the kitchen light while everyone gives her hugs, kisses on the cheek, and pats on the back, congratulating her on another year and how they can't believe how big she has gotten.

Mom starts cutting the cake- asking who wants what.

Finally, she scans the room and her big brown eyes land on me, she springs out of her chair and rushes me with a hug.

With a ruffle of her short dark hair and a kiss on the top of her head I say "Happy Birthday chunk."

"Thanks, I love you." she replies. Still nuzzled in my side, my arm wrapped around her shoulder.

"Now go stuff your face with cake so we can open some presents!" I push her back toward her little group of friends that are waiting not so patiently for their plates of cake and ice cream, that will surely have them on a sugar high for the rest of the night.

I help pass out the remainder of the plates and sit down with the group of young adults that haven't quite made it to the "adult table" at the family functions yet.

"I'm 23 and still have to sit at a card table with metal chairs in the corner of the room, I feel like I'm in time out." I say.

A snort is heard across from me, my sister Mckenzi.

I look up to see her leaning against her boyfriend Ben, one hand on his thigh, the other with a fork in her hand pushing her cake around her plate.

"Get used to it Morg, we will be here till we're married."

I hum in response and roll my eyes.

I'll be sitting at this table forever.