sturniolo triplets oneshots/smut

birthday boy // matt // fluff ! // non-request

summary; you spend a morning with your birthday boy 

warnings: none! 

not proofread

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As the sunlight shines in through the pale white curtains of your room, you feel Matt shift next to you, his arm looping across your waist and pulling you in closer. 

His warmth encases you completely as you feel him press butterfly kisses to your shoulder, his hair tickling you on your neck. 

You turn to face him, his arm not letting go of you for a second. You open your eyes to see Matt's still closed, his breathing relaxed, and you feel his finger softly, tracing little shapes on your back.

You press a kiss on his forehead, then one on his nose, and then on his lips.

"Good morning birthday boy," you whisper, gently caressing his cheek with your hand. He leans into your touch, and slightly turns his head to press a kiss on your palm. 

"Good morning bub," he mumbles, his voice heavy. You press two kisses to his still-closed eyelids, causing him to let out a satisfied sigh at your action. 

Your fingers wrap up in his soft hair, gently twirling at the strands around them as you feel his silky hair brushing on your fingertips. 

"Wake up now," you press a kiss on the corner of his lips, and he groans and turns around, lying on his back.

"Not yet," he groans, and you push yourself up to sit on his lap, your legs on either side of his waist as you rest your hands on his chest. 

"If you won't wake up, then you won't get the cake I spent all night making for you," you pout, leaning toward him as your chin lays on his chest.

He finally opens his eyes, the word 'cake' awakening something in him. You giggle at him, his blue irises gazing at you lazily. 

"Now I can't miss a cake, can I?" he says, his hands resting on your hips as he helps you get off him. You rush to the kitchen and get the cake you made for him, which indeed took you a long time last night. 

Matt had gone to bed early because he was too tired, and it was the perfect opportunity for you to bake something for him. 

You get a candle and place it right in the center of the cake, lighting it up with your lighter. You slowly take it back to your room, trying to not let any hurried movements cause the fire to blow out.

Matt's sitting in bed with his back resting against the backboard, his head leaning back and looking at the ceiling. Just as he hears you come in, he looks at you with a huge grin and watches you bring the cake to him, placing it in his lap. 

You open the drawer of your bedside table and pull out the card you made for him. He looks at you with utter love shining through his eyes as you hand him his card. 

"Happy birthday baby," you whisper, trying not to wake Chris and Nick just yet, as you press a kiss to his lips. "I love you so much." 

You can hear the smile in your tone.

Matt opens the card to see your writing scrawled alongside a picture of the two of you. It takes him a second to realize it's a picture from your first date, which was almost 2 years ago. 

'happy birthday matt baby, i can't believe you're 20!! i hope we spend so many more years together just like this, waking each other up early in the mornings on our birthdays to give our special gifts. i can't express in words how happy you've made me all these years. i love waking up with you by my side every morning, and i love to go to sleep every night with you by my side. i love you so much baby, i wish you only the best of luck in your life!!'

Matt looks at your handwriting with complete awe, feeling tears starting to brim in his eyes. "Oh baby," he says, almost choking at his own tears as he is quick to embrace you in a hug. 

You weren't expecting him to start to sob at your card, so you were caught completely off guard just as his arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting against your shoulder. 

You rub his back, gently scraping your nails against his skin; just the way he likes.

You softly pull his head from your shoulder, holding his face in your hands and wiping off his tears with your thumbs.

"I meant every word," you say, a smile pulling your lips. You press a kiss to his forehead and nudge the cake closer to him.

He closes his eyes for a few seconds and blows the candle. With the knife, he cuts a slice, and you sit right beside him, your head leaning on his shoulder as you gently sing him 'Happy Birthday'. He pulls the slice out of the cake and moves it closer to you for you to take a bite. You take the slice from his hand, bringing it close to him for him to take a bite too. 

"This is so good my love," he says, his voice muffled as he eats another slice. You smile at him and take one slice for yourself too.

Outside at a distance, you hear birds chirping melodiously, creating a relaxing aura around you two. Your head is resting on his shoulder and his arm is wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him. You both sit in silence so close to each other, as you hear the birds outside create serene rhythms for you two.

 At this moment, Matt knows this is something he never wants to experience with anyone except you.