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[3] David's Birthday

• DAVID •

I was awoken by a soft kiss on the base of my neck.
"Morning..." I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.
"Happy Birthday, gorgeous." Simon whispered, causing my eyes to blink wide open.
It was my birthday, we were in Disney World.
"Hey." I said.
"Hi." He chuckled in answer.
"Can I have my present?" I asked impatiently.
"David, you've been awake for less than a minute and you're already asking about your presents?" He exclaimed, laughing.
"Birthday Blowj-" I started, before Simon clapped his hand over my mouth, laughing even more.
"You're so immature." He whispered.
"You love me." I replied, shifting my weight on to him and kissing his lips firmly. My figure loomed above his, taller than the smaller Londoner. 
"Happy Birthday." Simon whispered, smirking.

An hour later, Eric was up and dressed in his white Mickey Mouse t-shirt and blue, denim shorts. He wore the head band that held elasticated Mickey Mouse ears on his head.
I wore a khaki green loose v-neck and black jeans, whilst Simon wore a black tight v-neck and blue jeans.

"I really want a watch, Daddy David. Like yours!" Eric exclaimed, gesturing to the watch I wore strapped around my wrist.
"It's David's Birthday, not yours, Eric!" Simon chuckled.
"It's fine, Si. You can buy me presents whilst I try find Eric a watch. I don't know if they have them here, but at least it'll give you time to get me lots of stuff." I smirked, causing him to roll his brown eyes.
I dragged Eric over to the small, younger kids shop whilst Simon dodged through crowds towards the larger shops.

"Daddy David!" Eric cried in disbelief, running towards be with an object in his hand. I bent down to his level to see what his small hands clutched. A watch was in a small box, the strap blue, embroidered with Mickey Mouse and the face holding the iconic character. He lead me towards the shelf so we could see how much it cost. There was one left but the one held in the small four year olds hands.
"Please can I have it, Daddy David!"
"Of course." I smiled at the joy filled boy.

A girl of about twelve saw the watch in his hand and ran towards him, grabbing it out of his hands and running off. Eric's lip trembled, before he burst into tears.

I was infuriated with a feeling I'd never felt before.
No body upsets my boy.
The girl was stood with who I assumed was her mother, a spoilt-brat look on her face.

"Excuse me." I said, tapping the woman on the shoulder to see her turn around. Her make up was made heavily and it made me tense, triggering the sullen memories of the year previous.
"What?" She asked, before looking up and her jaw dropping open.
I raised my eyebrows at her open mouth, a frown prominent on my face.
"Um, I don't mean to be rude, but your daughter just snatched that watch out of my son's hands." I said calmly.
"Well, it's not your son, is it? You're that fag off of Britains Got Talent." She spat, smirking.
"That's me," I said uncomfortably, "please may we have the watch."
She snorted,
"Beauty-" she asked her daughter.
I cringed at the name.
"-is what this man saying true?"
The girl grinned, and shook her head.
"No, mummy. He hit me." She said, pointing to Eric.
This time it was my turn for my jaw to drop open. She glared at me, grabbing her daughters hand.
"So, you're basically a gay idiot who spotted my Beauty with this watch and decided I want that, just like you did with your husband?" She taunted.
"David, what argument have you gotten yourself into now?" Simon sighed, his arms laden with bags.
"Eric found a watch and that girl took it from him."
By now the woman was looking slightly star struck, as she handed over the watch to Simon and ushered the small girl away. We paid for the watch and a slightly confused but pleased Eric strapped on the accessory and follow us up to the large hotel room.