His Little Amelia

|87| • Everest

From what Abel had told me, Amelia never had loud birthdays. He said she used to be super excited about it when she was younger but at a point she withdrew. When he told me of how she'd stay in her room munching on chocolate cakes while deep in thought because Joseph never really liked her eating junk food, my heart went out to her.

Come to think of it, she never really spoke about her birthday, heck, she even forgot about it until I reminded her. It was a good thing I'd been planning it before I asked her. My poor baby had been drained during the tests, she hadn't even been sleeping or eating well.

Staring into the oven, I watched the chocolate cake form in the heated environment. Hopefully I followed the instructions well enough. It wasn't supposed to be done for another forty-five minutes. Taking the manual, I kept it back on the shelf, picking up my phone. Amelia was still asleep and it was almost ten in the morning. She must have been tired yesterday.

Today was November 18th, my babygirl's birthday.

She'd be turning twenty-one today.

I had been planning this for more than a week now and I could only pray it went according to plan. I'd called her friends up the day before, telling them that we would be meeting at the beach in the evening. I'd also called Abel, Joseph, Gabe and some others. I wanted her birthday to be something she could look back to and smile.

Smiling to myself, I washed the inside of the blender, popping in bananas, strawberries, kiwi and yogurt to make a smoothie for her. While it was blending, I stuffed the waffles into the pop up toaster.

There were two reasons to my smile, the first was the thought of her birthday going according to plan; the second was tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

"Am I really doing this?" I wondered out loud to myself. I knew I was ready. But was our relationship ready for this? I wanted to do this, I really did. Amelia loved me, and I cherished all of her. I didn't simply want to keep living with her, not knowing where our relationship would take us. It was never going to advance if we didn't make moves.

Taking out the tumbler, I poured out the smoothie and placed a metal straw into the thick blend. The waffles popped out just in time so I plated it as well; placing them all into the tray.

It was time to surprise the birthday girl.

With two knocks on the door, I gently opened it to see my little lady still sprawled up on the bed. The duvet had somehow managed to tangle her up, the only evidence that she was even there was her leg peeking out from beneath the duvet. She must've been tired. I thought with a smile. I couldn't remember the last time I had to study but I'm pretty sure it was still as tiring as I remembered.

Humming quietly, I closed the door. She didn't move, clearly passed out.

What was the best way to wake her? If I sang would she wake up? I looked around, pursing my lips. Quietly dropping the tray on her vanity table, I walked towards the lump in the duvet. I could hear her light breathing when I came closer.

"Amelia..." I whispered, seeing if she'd wake up.

Nothing.

"Sweetheart..."

She snuggled tighter into her pillow, sleeping soundly. Laughing at her cute movements, I gently pulled the duvet away from her, scooting closer to her on the bed. Amelia groaned, probably feeling the cold breeze on her body. An idea popped up in my head so I inched closer to her face. "My darling, it's time to wake up..." I sang, shaking her body lightly.

Within seconds, her eyes tightened and opened slowly. They widened almost instantly because she jumped back, holding her mouth. I couldn't help the laugh that came out. "What? Did I scare ya?" I teased.