30 Days Left

Day 6569

"Happy birthday sweetie." My mother greeted me as she kissed my forehead.

I've had my share of birthdays, but this one is special, because it matched the date I picked for my birth.

"Thanks mom."

"I won't be that over bearing mother," she told me, "so have fun to wherever and whatever your plans are."

"I will" I said as I'm on my way out the door.

"And Jamie," she called out, "I love you. Please know that." She said this with a warm motherly smile.

I like Jamie's mother.

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"So, where to?" Victor asked.

We agreed to meet at this down town coffee shop, near both of our current bodies.

"Surprise me." I told him, then added as an afterthought, "Today's my birthday by the way."

"Oh crap!" He's surprised, "Are serious?"

"Definitely"

"You're older than me, by a day."

"Really? Then let's celebrate!"

"As you wish my lady, leave it to me."

He started up his car and drove us towards the unknown.

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"Is this your house?" I asked him.

We're standing outside this cream colored manor.

"Yup"

"Lucky duck"

He laughed, "Don't worry, parents are away. Come inside."

The interior was as impressive as the outside. Walls adorned with family portraits of his great grandparents going generations back.

"So what's the plan?"

"Get food, visit a relative, go to a place you want to."

"That seems reasonable." I said to him, "Lead on Victor."

"With pleasure."

As we got to the kitchen, I expected professional chefs cooking for then, but I was greeted by the silence of the kitchen.

"Don't worry, today I can cook." He reassured me. "Now, what would the birthday girl like to eat?"

I'm not really sure what I want, so I let him decide, "Chefs choice."

"One birthday special, coming right up."

Then he started cooking. I watched him as he worked. His precise moves, calculated actions, and the way he is. This body somehow suit Victor.

After an hour or so, he's finally finished.

"Okay princess, help me set the table." Victor told me.

We move in unison, with the same ease as our conversations, our movements complement each other. I set the plate Victor follows up with utensils.

Table setting is in no way fun, but when you do it with the person you love and care for, it becomes a part of your living.

"Bon appetite" Victor said in an imitated French accent.

He cooked me lasagna, with overflowing cheese. I love it.

The first bite was amazing. The flavors coming together perfectly. The melted cheese coating my mouth in a way that makes me moan in appreciation.

"This is so good."