Ain't She Sweet

Chapter 23 - Birthday

<Angie POV>

Dawson and I have gotten closer over these 4 days. We almost kissed, but Ringo came out of the bathroom.

Oh yeah today's my birthday! Yay!!!

I opened my eyes and I didn't see George sleeping soundly next to me. I sighed, and got up to go to the bathroom.

"I might as well brush my teeth and get dressed." I mumbled to myself.

I put toothpaste on my toothbrush- I think my toothbrush and I stick it in my mouth and I walk to the closet to see a week's worth of outfits on hangers. There was this purple dress that had a white flat collar on it and I had matching flats....

I slipped that on and brushed my hair into a high pony tail and tied a white ribbon on it. I walked back into the room and noticed the boys weren't there.

"Where are they? They don't have any concerts today..." I trail off, noticing a note on the night stand.

"Angie,

The lads and I had a last minute press conference. Cynthia, John's wife is downstairs in the convention hall with their son Julian to baby sit you.

We didn't want to wake you up, ye were sucking your thumb in your sleep!

Love,

Ringo xox

They forgot about my birthday?!?! What?! George knew! Nah they're probably tuggin' my chain, or maybe they genuinely forgot.

I sighed sadly, refusing to let the tears fall. I walked downstairs to the convention hall, seeking a little boy and a woman supposedly John's wife.

"Angie?" I heard a feminine voice ask.

I abruptly turn around and see a blonde haired woman with a toddler in her arms.

"Oh, ye must be Cynthia." I smile.

"And ye must be Jules!" I coo.

"Yes, and little Julian loves to make new friends, dontcha Jules?" Cynthia pinched his cheeks.

The toddler laughed, filling the crowded room with sunshine.

"Sit down, love." Cynthia pointed at a couch behind her

We both sat down, and Cynthia but Julian on her lap, trying to control the little tike. He started to whine.

"Sorry, little Jules is a little grumpy since I woke him up early. He's just like daddy." Cynthia smiled warmly.

"How was yer mornin'?" She asked.

"Oh um- fine. Had a bit of a headache but it went away." I lie, trying not to remember that the boys forgot it was my birthday today.

"Yer lookin' a little glum hun, what's buggin' ya?" Cynthia asked curiously.

"Uh the boys forgot 'bout me birthday. Which is today." I admit.

Cynthia gasped.

"That's unlikely of them! They care alot 'boutcha."

"It is. They never forget anythin' Cyn. Oh do ya mind if I call ye that?" I ask.

"No problem, love. But hmm. I have an idear. why don't we go to this little coffee shop right 'round the corner? I'll get us some cookies in celebration of yer birthday." Cyn smiled.

"That sounds like a great idear!" I say getting up.

"Ok then!" Cyn put Julian in the stroller she had and we started to walk out I the hotel.