Daughter of a Witch

Forgotten Birthday

The sun peeked through the curtains of their Manhattan townhouse, casting soft morning light across the living room. Y/n woke up to the sound of quiet, an unusual stillness in the house. Normally, on a day as important as her 18th birthday, her mothers would have woken her with breakfast or a surprise. But today, the house was silent.

She stretched and glanced at the time before slipping out of bed. After a quick shower, she walked downstairs, hoping to find Agatha or Rio waiting for her. The scent of coffee lingered faintly in the air, but the kitchen was empty, and the living room was too quiet. Y/n's heart sank a little. She wasn't expecting a huge celebration, but a simple "happy birthday" would've been nice.

As she grabbed an apple from the counter, she spotted Rio's coffee cup left on the table. Her mothers must have been busy, but that didn't stop a small pang of disappointment from gnawing at her. It was her 18th birthday-a milestone. She couldn't help but feel like they'd forgotten. With a quiet sigh, Y/n grabbed her bag and left for school.

At school, the day began to brighten when Peter, Kate, Lila Barton, Cooper Barton, and James Rogers greeted her at the entrance, waiting with smiles and excited voices.

"Happy Birthday, Y/n!" Kate exclaimed, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Happy 18th, kiddo!" Cooper added, ruffling her hair playfully.

Peter stepped forward, giving her a kiss on the cheek and then pulling her into a hug. "Happy birthday, Y/n. I've got a surprise for you later," he whispered with a grin.

Her heart lifted at their warmth and the love from her friends. As they led her to a nearby diner for lunch, Peter's hand found hers, and for the first time that day, Y/n felt celebrated. The afternoon passed in a blur of laughter, stories, and teasing. Even though her mind occasionally drifted back to the quiet morning at home, her friends helped her forget the unease that had been lingering in her chest.

Back at the townhouse, Agatha stood at the kitchen counter, flipping through her planner, her sharp eyes narrowing as she checked the day's to-do list. As she scanned the page, her breath caught in her throat. The date, glaring back at her, made her heart drop.

"Rio!" Agatha called out, her voice sharp with panic.

Rio, lounging on the couch with a coffee in hand, looked up. "What's wrong?"

"It's Y/n's birthday," Agatha said, the words spilling out in disbelief. "It's today. It's her 18th birthday."

Rio's eyes widened, her cup lowering slowly as the weight of Agatha's words hit her. "Oh no..."

Between Rio's sudden return and the tension that still simmered beneath the surface, they had both completely forgotten Y/n's birthday. Guilt swept over Rio like a crashing wave. She had already been absent for so many of Y/n's important moments, and now, missing her milestone birthday? It felt like another wound.

"We have to fix this," Rio said, standing abruptly. "We can't let her think we forgot."

Agatha was already planning, her mind racing. "She's still at school. We have a few hours. We'll make it up to her, but it has to be perfect-something magical."

"Agreed. I'll handle the decorations," Rio offered determination in her voice. "You get the cake."

"Deal." Agatha flicked her wrist, summoning a pen and paper as she made a list. "And we'll need something personal-something that shows her how much we care."

When Y/n returned home that evening, her mood had lifted, thanks to her friends. She unlocked the front door, expecting another quiet evening, but instead, she was greeted by the soft glow of floating candles, enchanted streamers hanging in the air, and the faint sound of music playing in the background.

"Surprise!" came the voices of her mothers.

Agatha and Rio stood in the middle of the living room, smiling, their eyes filled with a mix of nerves and hope. The room was filled with magical decorations-sparkling lights, enchanted balloons that hovered mid-air, and a table set with a beautifully intricate cake that seemed to shimmer with magic. The sight of everything made Y/n's heart skip a beat.

"We're so sorry, darling," Agatha said softly, stepping forward. "We should've celebrated you from the moment you woke up."

Y/n's eyes watered, but she smiled through it. "I thought you forgot," she admitted quietly.

Rio approached, her voice thick with emotion. "We didn't mean to make you feel like that. Things have been... complicated, but that's no excuse." She reached out, taking Y/n's hand. "You deserve to be celebrated, especially today. We love you so much."

Y/n looked at the two women and her mothers, and despite the chaos of the day, she couldn't deny how much effort they'd put into this. They may have almost forgotten, but they didn't. They remembered just in time, and that meant everything.

"Thank you," Y/n whispered, her voice filled with emotion as she pulled them both into a hug. "I love you too."

Agatha pressed a kiss to Y/n's temple, and Rio gave her a tight squeeze. Despite the tension that had been there since Rio's return, this moment felt like a step toward healing.

As they pulled away, Agatha grinned, snapping her fingers as the cake floated toward Y/n, candles lit with a soft, magical glow. "Make a wish, sweetheart."

Y/n closed her eyes, a silent wish forming in her heart, and then blew out the candles. The room erupted in applause, and for the first time all day, Y/n felt like everything was exactly as it should be. Her mothers hadn't forgotten her after all-this was the birthday she hadn't realized she needed.

And as the night unfolded, filled with laughter, stories, and magic, Y/n felt the warmth of her family surround her. It wasn't a perfect day, but it was filled with love, and for Y/n, that was all that mattered.