Levi Ackerman's Son

Eat Cake It's Somebodys Birthday

It was April 17, and Lando's eyes fluttered open. The soft sunlight streaming through the window caught his attention, but there was something else—something more exciting. Today was his birthday. As soon as the realization hit him, he shot out of bed like a bolt of lightning, his heart racing with joy.

He scrambled over to the door, pushed it open, and immediately saw it: a large banner hanging in the hallway that read, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY LANDO!" Lando couldn't help the wide grin that spread across his face. His eyes sparkled, the excitement making him feel lighter than air.

"Mom!" he shouted, rushing into the kitchen.

Ophelia looked over at her son, a warm smile lighting up her face. She was busy at the stove, flipping something that smelled delicious. When she saw him, though, that smile grew even wider.

"Morning, you little munchkin," Ophelia greeted, her voice full of affection.

Lando ran over and threw his arms around her waist in a tight hug. "Mom, today's my day!" he said, his voice full of excitement.

Before Ophelia could respond, she heard a familiar voice from the kitchen table.

"Auntie Joyce?" Lando asked, blinking in surprise.

"The one and only," Joyce replied with a grin, lifting her mug of tea in greeting.

"Hey, Ophelia, when's breakfast gonna be ready?" Joyce asked, clearly enjoying herself.

"I don't know, maybe if you helped me, it would be quicker, you lazy bum," Ophelia retorted, her tone light but teasing.

"But if I did that, I wouldn't be able to do this!" Joyce declared, grinning mischievously before scooping Lando up and flipping him upside down. Lando's laughter filled the room as Joyce began to tickle him mercilessly.

"If you drop him, there will be hell to pay," Ophelia said, eyeing Joyce with mock seriousness.

"Aye, captain," Joyce replied with a playful salute, her grin never fading. She turned back to Lando. "You know, your mom called in a few favors for today, so you better be thanking her."

"Favors? What did she do?" Lando asked, his curiosity piqued.

Ophelia raised an eyebrow but answered. "Well, there was a smuggler that got shot and managed to make it to my doctor's office. I patched him up, saved his life. In return, he owed me a favor."

Lando nodded slowly, not fully understanding but listening intently. "So what did she do with this favor?" he asked.

Ophelia chuckled. "She called him up and had him smuggle me some pancake mix and birthday cake mix. I also know how to make my own frosting, so we're all set there."

Lando's eyes widened in awe. "What's a birthday cake?" he asked, his voice full of wonder.

"It's a sweet, like a treat, something that's rare around here. I never could get one before, but now, thanks to the smuggler, we can have one," Ophelia said, her smile warm as she patted his head.

"Awesome!" Lando exclaimed, his eyes sparkling as he imagined how amazing the cake must be.

The next ten minutes flew by as they all sat down to a breakfast that was nothing short of delicious. Lando was practically bouncing in his seat, savoring every bite. The food was better than anything he'd ever had, and the anticipation of the cake made it all the more exciting.

After they ate, Lando, Ophelia, and Joyce walked through the streets before arriving at Ophelia's doctor's office. Lando liked being there—sometimes, people would even stop by and give him candy. The first time he had candy, he felt like he was floating. It was one of those rare, blissful moments that made the Underground seem a little less harsh.