Love Affair

Twenty Four*

My baby is twenty six today.

I set my alarm for very early, jumping out of bed and rushing downstairs to prepare him breakfast in bed. Wearing his thin shirt that he wore at work yesterday, it rests under my ass as I shake my hips in the kitchen to the music coming through the speaker, humming to myself happily.

It's chilly but frying bacon has the warmth spreading through the kitchen, taking my mind off the cold tiles beneath my socked feet. I want to make sure he has a good birthday morning like he deserves. Every year I try my hardest to make it even better than the one before.

He's twenty six which means this is his seventh birthday with me.

I remember a lot of his birthdays. I attended a lot of the parties growing up more so when he was a kid and they'd be themed or pool parties but when he began to get older he'd go out with his friends - I wouldn't be invited. But he'd always go out for food with parents and due to the closeness his family had with mine back then it was only natural that we'd also attend.

Swaying my hips, I watch the bacon sizzling in the pan and try to not burn the eggs in another pan while also waiting for the bread in the toaster to pop up, the kettle also boils in the background - the sausages have a few seconds left in the oven and I'm feeling very overwhelmed.

Everything seems to happen at once.

The kettle finishes boiling, the toast pops up, the oven alarm goes off which is all tied together with the sound of the smoke alarm when the bacon begins to burn. I glance over at Moose whose head tilts at all the overwhelming sounds.

Despite all the loud noise really taking over, I still manage to hear a soft giggle through it.

My eyes shoot to the doorway, Niall's lent against the frame in just his boxers with his brows raised in amusement. I pout, defeated by breakfast.

He pushes off the wall, walking towards me. "What on Earth are you up to in here, my little chef?"

I press my forehead against his chest while his arms wrap around my shoulder, "I was making you breakfast in bed, birthday boy."

A soft laugh vibrates his chest, "my considerate girl." I feel his lips against my forehead, "but I was awake when you left the bed, I was trying to cuddle you. I've been watching you sway your little hips around for a while, Angel."

"Creep." My voice is muffled by his chest.

He laughs again, "go sort the smoke alarm out and I'll get breakfast sorted."

I lift my head so he can see my deepening pout, he just pinched my bottom lip before slapping my ass in encouragement to do as he said. I have to fan the smoke alarm with a tea towel while he holds back laughter at the sight of me beginning to get angry that the blaring won't stop.

He's dishing up food on plates, making me a cup of tea and himself a coffee before laying it all out on a tray ready to take back upstairs. I drop the tea towel down onto the counter with a huff, "shouldn't I be carrying that as it's your birthday?"

"You're being clumsy this morning, I'll carry it." He teases me in a soft tone, nodding for me to walk ahead and I assume it's so he can check me out from behind while I walk up the stairs.

Throwing my body onto the bed, I scramble up and rest against the pillows, it feels more like my birthday as he props the little tray up on our messy sheets before crawling in beside me.

"Happy birthday, Star boy."

His features glimmer in the early morning sun, skin radiating and his smile melts my heart into a sweet puddle. "Thank you, Angel girl." He replies in a soft tone, "thank you for breakfast."