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Chapter Twenty: Birthday

[Next time you think of something beautiful, don't forget to count yourself in]
-Unknown

The days passed, swiftly devoured away into nothingness as Fallon's birthday approached, coming closer and closer until it stopped right in its tracks, tapped Today on its shoulder, pushed it aside, and took its place.

In other words, it was Fallon's birthday.

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Asher embraced Calbee in a hug, exhaling in relief that she was released sooner than expected and was around for Fallon's birthday, "You got-"

"I know, I know, you told me about fifty times over the phone, I got her a present already," she laughed at his irked expression, although he was more than glad to hear her bubbly voice again.

"C'mon, let's go home."

It was quite early in the morning, a deliberate ploy to ensure Calbee could return to the apartment before Fallon woke up, but the freezing weather was almost not worth it - almost.

Calbee smiled in agreement and gathered her things before they set off on the road for home, prepared for a day of quiet celebration.

Once they arrived, Asher inserted the keys as quietly as he could, setting the mouthwateringly enticing cake that they had picked up on the way home on the kitchen island. Calbee silently took off her warm jacket and peeked into the main room, not seeing Fallon - she was probably still sleeping.

"Shall we wake her up?" Calbee asked in a hushed tone, gesturing to the birthday girl's bedroom.

Asher thought about it for a while before shaking his head, "Let's let her sleep, she has a long day ahead of her."

At his words, Calbee wiggled her eyebrow suggestively while Asher abruptly glared and hit her arm with a scowl, "Not what I meant, Callie," he sighed, although he couldn't deny that the thought of kissing or doig more with Fallon on her birthday hadn't arisen to him as a very appealing idea...

"Oh my g- you're actually picturing you guys having sex!" Calbee gaped, not at all keeping her voice down as Asher face-palmed and groaned under his breath, "Calbee, shut up!" he narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms in a somewhat defensive manner.

Calbee giggled, "You lurveeee her, you wanna kiss herrrr, you wanna marry herrrr, you wanna stick your d-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence," Asher warned lowly, threateningly clenching his fists as she pretended to zip her lips closed with glee in her eyes and shook with silent laughter.

"Guys...?" a voice mumbled wearily from the doorway to the bedrooms.

Asher felt his back as turn as straight as a pin as his eyes fixed on Fallon in a shirt and three-quarter leggings, hugging a small blanket to her chest as her half-open eyes analysed the scene, "What time is it?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Seven," Calbee piped up with a bright smile.

Fallon suddenly whipped her eyes open and jumped back at her friend's voice, "CALBEE?!" she exclaimed, running forward and pulling her into a hug, "What the hell are you doing here?!"

Returning the affection, Calbee replied with an elated smile, "I was allowed to leave the hospital earlier than expected, I really fucking missed you."