Honey and Scars

Eighteen.

SMUT ⚠️

"Good morning darling!" My mother said as I entered the dining room.

I was eighteen. The thought of it's seems crazy. I'm eighteen and my lover isn't here to celebrate with me. Fuck him.

"Good morning mother. Morning father." I said with a smile on my face.

"Happy birthday dear!" My father said as I leaned down to kiss his cheek. For once he wasn't reading the paper. What a lovely birthday gift.

"Thanks." I responded and smiled brightly as my mother walked up and embraced me.

I wish they were this kind all the time.

"Petunia is setting up a lovely outside brunch." My mother relayed as she went back to her seat.

They really were trying to make this a good day, and I love them for it.

"Okay. That sounds nice." I nodded and took a sip of the glass of orange juice on the table.

"I'm so glad!" My mother exclaimed and smiled at my father.

"I'm going to go get some actual clothes on and put my hair up." I told them as I set the glass back down.

"Alright dear. Brunch should be ready in a few minutes!" My father responded and sipped his espresso martini.

"Okay. Thank you." I turned on my heel and made my way upstairs.

As I looked through my closet I found a beautiful white sun dress. It was my birthday after all. I might as well try to feel pretty.

I put the dress on, put some rouge on my cheeks and braided my hair into a bun.

I looked in the mirror and sighed. I was eighteen. Wow.

It makes me angry that Matteo isn't here. He promised me he would be, and he isn't.

It hurts because I love him so deeply, and I know he loves me too. Whatever he's doing is for the both of us, and I have a feeling I won't have to wait too much longer to find out what.

I still have the rest of the day. And if he doesn't show up? Then I'll haunt his dreams.

I walked out onto the patio and my jaw dropped at the arrangement Petunia had laid out.

There was food of all sorts, and flowers, and too many drinks to count.

"Is it okay for you?" My mother asked, and her smile was wider than it usually was.

"It's beautiful!" I responded and smiled as I flattened my back of my dress before siting across from my mother.

My father sat at the head of the table like usual.

"We're so glad you love it!" My mother said and raised her eyebrows at my father.

"Yes, your mother is right darling!" My father agreed and I snorted quietly.

They were so odd, and yet they still tried to make this day enjoyable.

"Thank you both so much." I said as I cracked an egg and ate the partially raw yolk with a spoon. It wasn't usually like me to eat breakfast with my family, but I'm eighteen today, and I might as well reward myself for making it this long.

"Anything for you dear." My mother said, a smile pasted across her brightly painted lips.

It's the thought that counts. Right?

The rest of breakfast was enjoyable, and I'm surprised to say I actually had a nice time.

We played a game of cards after, and spent the afternoon opening presents.