Please, with a Cherry on top? | 18+

32 | Saint

Saint frowned as he felt the familiar wiggling that could only be Cerise trying to escape his arms in the morning.

It stopped after a while since he refused to let go, and then he was graced with something more pleasant.

He sighed happily as his cheeks were adorned with gentle kisses.

He stretched slightly, then pulled her smaller warm body impossibly closer to him. His hand sightlessly located her thigh and he pulled it over his waist.

"Angel?" he heard Cerise whisper.

"Hm?" he muttered tiredly, yet to open his eyes.

"Happy Birthday," she wished him, and he felt her lips press to his jaw.

"Thanks, mon amour," he kissed the top of her head, wrapping his arms tighter around her, "Go back to sleep."

Saint wanted to soak up as much peace as possible, mindful of the pattern he'd noticed. He would always have the best sleep of his life if she was by his side.

"I already let you sleep in way longer than you should have," Cerise laughed, "You need to get up. Preferably now..."

"Need is a strong word," he responded, "So is now."

"Écoutez votre femme."

[Listen to your wife]

Saint heard the sound of something clicking multiple times.

"Yeah, what she said!" another voice spoke up, "...What'd you say?"

"Bonjour, maman," he said while half-awake, "El."

[Good morning, Mom]

Saint nuzzled back into the pillow, trying to find the sleep that was slowly escaping him.

A few seconds later his eyes were flying open.

"Maman and El?"

"Good morning, sweetheart! Joyeux anniversaire!"

[Happy birthday!]

Saint looked toward the front of his room where the voices were sounding from. He instantly saw his mother at the door with her camera lifted to her face. Beside her was Elliot, drinking something out of what he knew was a mug from his kitchen.

"You two are early," he said dryly.

"It's 10 o'clock," El informed him before taking a noisy sip from the contents of the mug, "I didn't take you for a cuddler."

"I could've told you that," Nathalie snickered to Elliot, "Touch was his love language as a kid."

Saint sighed, releasing Cerise and sitting up in his bed. He felt her crawl out of bed from beside him, and he stretched while trying to find the energy to do the same.

"Can't sleep this special day away! We don't have leap years every year, you know?" his mother chimed before walking away with her fingers pressing buttons on her camera, "Hurry or we won't catch breakfast!"

Saint reluctantly peeled the warm comforter back, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and standing up with another stretch.

He looked up at the sound of Elliot breaking out into a deep laugh, "Nice PJs! Nat, you need to come back with the camera!"

Saint looked down at the soft black Hello Kitty pants covering his legs and rolled his eyes.

"And you're matching? This is pure gold. Nat!"

Cerise had insisted that they buy matching pajamas, specifically the ones with the popular cartoon cat on them. She claimed that it would make her inner "BookTok Girl" very happy, and Saint honestly could care less.