Father Josh

Birthday Boy

"Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Vikky! Haaaaapy biiiiiiirthdaaaaay! Tooooooooo yooooooooou!"

I smile as I watch Vik attempt to blow out his candles. Thunderous applause filling the room as they watch our baby become 2. He struggles to put out the flame, and that's when Ethan come sober and hoists himself into Vik's chair. We all watch as Ethan whispers into Vik's ear. Our little boy nods and Ethan gives a big, cheesy grin.

"One. Two. Free."

Both toddlers then unleash a spit infested gust of wind and clap in glee as the flame extinguishes.

"WE DID IT ETAN!"

The two boys fling themselves at each other, causing them to fall off the chair into a big hug pile. Thankfully, Ethan landed on the floor meaning Vik landed on top of him, saving Vik from hurting himself in any way.

Neither of them seem to mind as they giggle and hug, exchanging a little kiss that makes all the adults coo.

I smile, step forward, and pull the cake towards me in attempt to start cutting it. Arms wrap around my life and I attempt not to flinch too hard, as not to mess up cutting the cake.

"Si-ara, Papa!"

The hands leave my waist and I glance over to see Simon crouched down.

"Yeah, it's a Sitara cake Vikky. Do you like it?"

Our toddler nods his head enthusiastically and hugs Simon. Ethan comes over and tugs Vik away, saying something about presents. No doubt someone will stop them before they tear into them.

I plate enough cake for everyone and start getting the kids settled down with it. All Vik's friends are chowing down in the confectionary, except for Vik and Ethan.

"OH MY GOD THE PRESENTS!"

Found them.

I look to the horrified Simon and he's pointing to the other side of the sofa. I look around it and spot the two tots sprawled out on the floor. Tissue paper, wrapping, and bags thrown around the area.

Everyone starts laughing as Simon mutters about having to clean it up. I stride over to him and kiss his temple.

"Let him enjoy this. I'll help later."

He relaxes a bit, but then a loud pop sounds and confetti goes everywhere. Simon tenses up again and turns towards the culprit, murder thick in his eyes.

"Olajide. I said. No. Poppers."

Nice knowin ya JJ.