You hear giggling as your door creaks when someone opens it.
You groan and bury your head under the blankets hoping whoever it was that disturbed your sleep will go away.
"Here hold this." A voice whispers. "But don't drop it y/sons/n." The voice adds sternly. Your son giggles.
Someone rips the blankets off your head and you groan again loudly. "Leave me aloneeeeee let me sleep on my birthday!." You grumbled.
"But babyy! Blow out your candles!" Sam whines "yeah mommy!" Your three year old cheers. You sit up and rub your eyes smiling at the most beautiful boys in front of you.
Your son hands the cake to Sam, and you look at it with an amused look on your face. "Yay, I'm turning 2 today and, oh my god, Samuel John Pottorff is my birthday cake really in the shape of a dick?" You look at him and burst out in laughter.
"Shut up, I couldn't find a 5 candle, and this was the only cake pan we had!" Sam says pouting his lips.
"Sut up!" Your son copies Sam. You shake your head with a smile on your face "you're a bad influence on my son." You tell Sam with a chuckle.
"Our." He corrects. You smile and nod.
"Okay blow out the candles!" Sam says impatiently. You nod and blow out the candles, y/sons/n and Sam clapping after the fire is out.
"Do you want some cake??" Sam says looking at your guys' son. "Cake! Cake!" He cheers.
You smile "cake!" You cheer and get out of bed picking up the little boy. The three of you head down stairs and sit at the table.
Sam gets plates and you put your son in a booster seat so he can see above the table.
You cut the cake, laughing at the shape. "Only my boyfriend" you say while smiling.
"Erm, actually, I don't really want to be your boyfriend any more." Sam says blushing.
"What?" You asked shocked. Sam comes over and gets on one knee. You gasp and cover your mouth with your hand.
"y/f,m&,L/n I've known you forever, like since we were like 13, we dated when you finally said yes when we were 15, and now 10 long ass years later, we have a beautiful son, a beautiful home, and a beautiful life and I can't think of anyone else I would want to be with for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?" Sam asks smiling.
You pull him up and grab his face, bringing it closer you kiss him. Sam kisses back, "I'll take that as a yes!" He mumbles. You smile and pull away.
"I love you so much." You say smiling.
"I love you do much more. Now let's eat some cake!" Sams says.
The three of you cut the cake, and eat it.
"I have something to say." You tell the two boys.
"What's up?" Sam says smiling.
"I'm pregnant." You tell him. Sams eyes widen. The smile on his face grows and he kisses your cheek.
"Everything right here, right now is perfect, and I can't wait to have another bundle of joy." Sam says while he grips your hand.
