Please, Remember Me

Chapter Fifteen - Happy Birthday, Baby

Birthday-day.

And officially my second to last day in America.

It was Friday and on Sunday the flight left and I'd be on my way home.

But that was unimportant that morning as I snuck out of bed, successful in not waking the sleeping hunk of beauty next to me.

I managed to make breakfast, well...my version of it, and carry it upstairs without waking him, too.

I guessed I might have worn him out the night before. My sexual re-awakening was nothing but glorious if you asked me, and if I could wear him out, Mr. Ripped and Cyborg? Yeah, that was a good thing.

He'd come home after a run, all sweaty and delicious and bare-chested and some primal part of me made me jump him.

Because come on, that was a sight good enough to be jumped. Surprisingly he'd been energetic enough to take me on even after his run. I teased him about that and told him he should run further and faster because it obviously wasn't doing its job. Then he chased me out onto the porch and down to the lake and eventually threw me in it.

The bastard.

My breakfast consisted of cinnamon rolls out of a tube, because they had that here in the US, which was too awesome for words, bacon and enough of it that I almost felt sorry for the pigs who gave it, eggs that I only slightly burned, coffee and toast. Fairly simple but I'd made the effort. I even bought birthday candles and stuck a few here and there in the breakfast, making it look no more festive but again, the thought was what counted.

I balanced it all up the stairs, feeling so fucking proud of myself I beamed, and walked into the bedroom only to see him sitting with his back to that amazing headboard grinning at me.

I was immediately disappointed because I didn't get to wake him and frowned.

This made him burst out laughing, loud and clear and rumbly.

"You ruined it!" I whined and walked over to set the tray in his lap.

"Babe, the way you swear and bang in the kitchen could wake a coma-patient."

"Boo. Blow out your candles before more wax gets into the eggs. Balancing that thing up here was not an easy job, I have a new sense of respect for Emma and Lizzie."

He blew out the candles while grinning and then set the tray to the side and grabbed me around my waist. I let out a loud whoop as he tugged me down on top of him before kissing me deeply.

It was yet another one of his kisses, this one filled with his silent humour and brightness at my stupidity while yet telling me about how he adored it all.

It was brilliant.

When he let me up for air I settled at his side and put the tray back on his lap.

"Now eat it, I made it just for you, Birthday Boy."

He eyed it suspiciously, the soggy bacon, the charred eggs and the only slightly burnt toast some wax spread out over all of it.

"Do I have to?"

I slapped his chest and grinned. "No, but I'm eating your bun if you don't want it, those are actually edible because I had two before I came up here."

He grinned and grabbed it, taking a bite and nodding. "Yeah, these are edible."

"So, old man, how does it feel to be twenty-seven? Greying hair around the corner, bollocks sagging to the floor within a month or two, pension looming?"