𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | RAFE CAMERON

Forty Eight | F O R G I V E N E S S

Today was Rafes birthday. I was in the kitchen whipping him up something to celebrate it. I stepped back from the counter, surveying my handiwork with a satisfied smile. The cake was a masterpiece, moist, fluffy, and topped with the perfect swirl of chocolate frosting. Tommy, my little helper, grinned up at me, he was excited.

"It looks so good mommy!" he squealed, bouncing up and down as he hugged my leg..

I chuckled, ruffling his hair. "Almost, baby. Let's go wake up Daddy first."

I carefully lifted the cake off the counter and carried it into the bedroom, Tommy trotting behind me, singing "Happy Birthday" at the top of his lungs. I joined in, as we entered the bedroom.

Rafe stirred, groggily opening his eyes as we finished the last notes. "Mmm...what's going on?" he mumbled.

I set the cake down on the bedside table and leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Rafe's lips. "Happy twenty-second birthday, baby," I smiled at him.

Rafe's eyes sparked awake, and he smiled, "You guys are the best," he said, reaching out to tousle Tommy's hair.!Rafe blew out the candles.

"Yes! Cake time!" Tommy chantedz

I laughed, pretending to be stern. "Okay, okay. But first, Daddy needs a little something..." And with a grin, I scooped up a huge handful of cake and smashed it right into Rafe's face.

Rafe yelped and Tommy let out a shriek of laughter. I joined in, giggling uncontrollably as Rafe rubbed the cake off his face, leaving a trail of crumbs and frosting behind.

"Scarlett, you sneaky bitch!" Rafe laughed.

I just grinned, shrugging. "Hey, it's your birthday."

Tommy clapped his hands, "Cake fight! Cake fight!" as Rafe tackled me onto the bed, and swearing cake in my face.

After the cake fight, we spent the next hour cleaning up the mess and getting everyone scrubbed clean. Finally, we were ready to head out and celebrate Rafe's birthday.

"Alright, where do you want to go, birthday boy?" I asked, helping Rafe into his jacket.

Rafe thought for a moment before grinning. "I want to go to that new Italian place that just opened up downtown. I've been dying to try it out."

I raised an eyebrow. "You and Italian food, huh?"

Rafe chuckled. "Hey, give me a good plate of spaghetti and I'm a happy man."

Tommy, who had been quietly observing our exchange, said, "I want pizza mommy!"

Rafe laughed. "Looks like we have a consensus, folks. Italian it is."

We drove downtown, and we parked outside the restaurant. Inside, we already smelt the aroma of freshly baked bread wafting from the kitchen.

We were shown to a table by the window, where we spent the next hour indulging in plate after plate of delicious Italian food. Rafe was in heaven, and Tommy was thrilled to be trying all sorts of new foods.

As we finished up our meal, Rafe turned to me with a sigh. "Best birthday ever," he smiled.

I smiled, "I'm glad you're enjoying it," I said, reaching out to take his hand.

Rafe squeezed my fingers, his eyes locking onto mine. "I love you, Scar," he whispered, placing a kiss on my cheek.

"I love you too, Rafe," I whispered back.

We finished off the meal with a chocolate cake, complete with candles and we left the restaurant, arms laden with leftovers and full bellies. When we got home I kissed Rafe goodbye, as I was supposed to see Sofia today.