Compassion and Oblivion

The Lost Books: Happy Birthday, Farmer

Author's Note:

I'M BAAAAAACK! So sorry I'm late! Please enjoy the chapter!

Your alarm sounds that morning the same as always, at 6:00 AM sharp. Even though it's a day worth celebrating, as always, you have plenty of work to do.

You hastily silence your alarms, as to not wake your boyfriend, who is peacefully snoozing away beside you. A soft smile grazes your lips as your vision comes into focus on his peaceful, resting features. He looks so cute when he sleeps.

As you pull your clothes across your skin, getting yourself ready for another intense day of work, you wonder if there is going to be any celebration going on. You aren't sure if many of your friends know what today is, even though it's your second year here already.

Last year, it just never really came up. You'd been too busy, or too tired, or maybe too nervous to bring it up. Truth be told, it didn't even phase you to not celebrate your birthday last year - you'd been celebrating it by yourself since you'd been living on your own, anyway. To be fair, none of your friends ever asked when your birthday was, so you never told them.

Sammy and Jodi remembered last year, since you practically grew up as a part of their family. Sam had invited you over for breakfast to celebrate, and asked if you had any plans to party later that evening. You requested that he keep it on the down low, claiming you had too much work to do that day. He reluctantly obliged, though he wasn't happy that you weren't throwing a party.

Of course, in getting to know Sebastian as you started dating, he did ask when your birthday was. By the time he had asked, it had already passed. He nearly scolded you for not telling him, and assured you that he'd make up for it this year.

Except, when he finally woke up this morning...

You trudge through the house with a stack of wood for the fireplace in your arms, noticing Bedhead Sebastian propped against the kitchen counter with a mug of coffee pressed to his lips.

He lowers the coffee mug with an adorable, sleepy grin on his face.

"Mornin', Handsome," you swoon, returning his grin. After setting the bundle of wood in the firewood holder beside the fireplace, you mosey over to the kitchen to place a kiss against your boyfriend's cheek.

"Morning, Beautiful," he replies, his voice still deep and gravelly from sleep. You've always adored his sleepy voice.

He places his mug on the counter and wraps you in his arms. At this point, you're expecting the obligatory happy birthday wishes, and maybe a few extra kisses than normal. He caresses your cheek, and you feel perfectly at home as you get lost in his steely blue eyes. His lips taste faintly of his favorite coffee creamer as he delicately grazes a kiss across yours. Your hands wander over his hips, finding their way into the pocket of his hoodie to pull him closer.

This feeling never gets old.

"What are your plans for the day?" he asks, pulling away from your embrace to amorously adjust your windblown hair.

Ah, here it comes. "Nothing too crazy, just a few more chores I need to wrap up. Unless you've got something planned?"

He scratches at his head, the wheels visibly turning behind his bleary eyes. "I was gonna go visit my mom today, it's been a couple weeks since I've been back that way to visit. Thought it might be nice to surprise her."