Cuddled up next to Harry, I softly stroke his hair as he scrolls through twitter. "Babe, I tweeted that it was your birthday about half an hour ago, so your feed is going to be all over the place," he smiles, his eyes not leaving his timeline.
I laugh. "Well there's something to look forward to, millions of teenaged girls commenting on that."
He scoffs, taking on a fake valley girl accent. "Actually, Lexi, like I'm 31, so most of them are like, in their 20s now, so you're like, wrong."
I mimic him, "Oh my god, Harry, you're supes right, I'm so like, dumb." He throws his head back laughing, eyes scrunched like a little kid. I admire the man I married. He's such a beautiful soul, and I feel I should protect him or something. I wonder if this how Anne feels.
I move my hand down to his cheek. He locks his phone and gives me his full attention. Pecking him on the lips, he smiles into my mouth. "Get some sleep, love, I have something planned for you for your birthday tomorrow."
He turns off the lamp and I lay my head on his chest, his arm wrapped around me securely.
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"You didn't plan a party for me, did you? Because you know I can't drink right now and where's the fun in a party if I can't?" I poke Harry in the side and he twitches violently.
"Not cool, Lex! You know I'm ticklish!" He exclaims as we walk around the park. My parents apparently knew about Harry's plans, so they are keeping our kids for the night.
"I know, that's why I did it, "I laugh.
He gives me a fake condescending glare, the one he always gives before an attack of playful revenge. We would always play fight back when we were first dating, and now, we still do, in between pregnancies, of course.
He moves his hands to my sides, attempting to tickle me. "Harold, you know I can't be tickled, why do you keep trying?"
"I can turn you! I will make you ticklish!" He giggles.
"Harold, I swear, you're worse than Luke." I shake my head at my husband.
Harry looks at me in mock hurt. "Okay, one, my name's not Harold, Louis made that up just to screw with me, and two, Luke's amazing, don't make fun of our son!" He says, poking my arm twice.
"Well I made him, I should be able to make fun of him!"
"I helped and I say no!" Harry folds his arms.
"I carried him and had to get a back brace so I say yes! How 'bout them apples?!" I counter smugly.
We stare each other down until he cracks. "Dang it, I always lose those."
I smile. "That's because you're weak."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Nope."
"Yep."
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yuh-huh!"
"Oh yeah? If I'm so weak, then how come I can do THIS?!" I squeal as Harry lifts me off the ground with one arm.
"Harry, Harry, I'm pregnant, put me down you fool!" I say, smacking his arm.
His eyes widen. "Crap, sorry!" He puts me down as fast as he can without full-on throwing me. "Are you okay? Not too much straining?" He checks me over.
"I'm fine, I'm not hurt, just, caution, ya know?" I ask, placing my arm on him too calm him down.
He nods, and we walk back to our car.
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Harry pulls up to a small restaurant with the sign falling apart and the parking lot only holding 20 places.
My husband helps me out of the car, and we walk hand in hand into the building. The hostess immediately recognizes us and takes us straight to the back.
She sits us down and hands is our menus. "My name in Annica, if you find anything not suitable, I'm the assistant manager, so let me know and I will fix it," she offers a dazzling smile. "Enjoy your meal, and Happy Birthday, Alexis."
We thank her and start looking over our food choices. I decide first, on crab fettuccine. I take the time to look around my surroundings. Annica took us into a beautiful room will elegant dark red wallpaper and a chandelier over the table, which I assume is usually reserved for special occasions and parties. The tables and chair are painted gold with white leather, and the cloth napkins folded into swans.
"Do you like it, babe?" Harry breaks me from my trance.
I grin. " It's beautiful, thank you. I never would've expected it to be so beautiful on the inside."
Harry grins at the table. "You know, someone very close to my heart said once to never judge a book by its cover." He makes eye contact again, to better prove his point.
I smile. "Well, Anne is a very smart woman."
"No, you donut!" Harry retorts. "You said that to me."
I laugh. "I'm sorry, it's a very good statement!"
Our waitress comes by to refill our drinks and bread, and we place our orders. Less than ten minutes later, steaming plates are set on our table and we eat our food quietly, occasionally cracking a terrible joke.
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We thank Annica, and tip our server, leaving the small restaurant full and happy.
" I have one more thing that I'd like to give you before we go home," Harry says, starting the engine.
I lean back, waiting for his surprise.
Turns out, it's was Rita's, my favorite gelato shop. I get a small cotton candy-lemon misto, and Harry gets a chocolate peanut butter gelati.
We sit on a bench outside Rita's and enjoy the fresh March air. The smell of rains hits me as we get back into the car, and by the time we arrive home, it's pouring. Harry runs in first, insisting on getting an umbrella, but he takes so long that when he finds one, I'm already in the house.
I lay down and he slides in next to me. We end up watching reruns if Spongebob and Zoey 101 until 2 am, when I fall asleep. Just before I hit the REM stage, Harry mumbles against my ear, "Happy Birthday, lovely."
I smile sleepily. "I love you, Harry."
"I love you, Alexis."
Yo what up everyone! Hope you liked this chapter, sorry if it was short, but I'm tired and my hand hurts like usual so vote, comment, follow, and I dedicate this chapter to my best friend, dottydotdotcom3725. Love you! Y'all go read her book, My Everything (a NaLu fanfic). It's really good!
