Maxerica

Best Birthday

"You do?" I ask.
"Of course America. I love you and I'd be happy to have a child with you," he says.
I smile.
"It's just...."
"Just what?" I question.
"....what if I'm like him America?"
"Oh Maxon. Don't even start to compare yourself to your father. You are nothing like him. He's selfish and unkind. You're caring and so selfless. Just like you mother," I assure him.
He looks at me teary eyed then hugs me. I hug him back.
"I love you America. So much."
"I love you too."
He moves back then kisses me. We kiss until Sylvia comes over and interrupts our moment.
"Sorry to intrude but we're about to cut the cake," she says as she curtsies.
"Alright, thank you," Maxon says.
We get up and follow her inside, hand in hand.

"This was the best birthday ever. Thank you so much America," Maxon says.
He sits next to me on our bed.
"It was my pleasure Maxon," I reply.
"I loved my gift too. You're an amazing musician."
Maxon asked me to play him a few songs on the violin for his birthday. I did right after the party. Now we're getting ready for bed.
Maxon chose Daphne, her brother Kai, and her parents to stay for three days. This is going to be an interesting next few days.
"Thank you," I say as we lay down.
Maxon turns off the light. He wraps his arms around me.
"I love you Maxon."
"And I you."