Misfit Love

Birthday Boy

∵Roxy's POV ∵

"Wake up, birthday boy!" I said jumping on Xander. He groaned. "No, let me sleep." I pulled the covers off of him and fell to the ground. "Oof." he yawned "Karma, babe."

I threw a pillow at him and kissed his cheek. "Come on, I made you breakfast." he smiled and picked me up, bridal style. We got downstairs and his jaw dropped. I made all of his favorites. "Roxy. You didn't have to do all of this." He said setting me down. I smiled. "I did! It's my baby's birthday. He deserves the best, nothing less." He held my face between his hands. "I have the best. It's you."

I could feel the blood rush to my face. He kissed me gently. My heart started pounding. He pulled away slowly.

"Let's eat."

"I'll fix your plate, you just relax."

He sat at the table and watched me. I walked over to him and sat his plate down. "There you go, sweetie."

He looked at me. "Aren't you going to eat?" I shook my head. "I um, I ate cereal when I woke up." He just stared at me. "Roxy are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" I smiled and kissed his head.

I don't think he believed me, I don't even think I believed myself. Something was wrong. I didn't know what it was though.

We started talking about our wedding.

"I haven't even picked out a dress or sent invitations out. School has been killing me." he kissed my hand. "We'll have everything ready in time, I swear."

"What do you think about lilac and black as our colors?" I said pulling out a binder and pen. He nodded in approval. "Love it." I smiled and started writing.

"I wanted to have an outside wedding, in like... a forresty atmosphere. You know, like trees and everything. But I wanted it kind of cool, but not too cool." He sat there, deep in thought. "What about late September?" my eyes widened. "Why didn't I think of that?!" I hugged him. "Best soon to be husband ever."

He smiled. "September 20th? " I nodded. "Perfect." He held my hand tight. "I love you, Roxy." I held his tighter. "I love you, Xander." He kissed my cheek.

"Who is your best man?" He paused. "I was thinking Tank. But isn't Dixie your maid of honor?" I nodded. "Yeah, we can just have them walk together and just have specific places for them to stand. It'll work out."

"Are you still upset with Dixie, babe?" I shrugged. "She's my sister, I can't hold grudges. Shit happens." he sighed. "She can't keep treating you like that. She isn't your superior."

I looked at him. "It's like this. She's my sister, She's been my best friend my entire life. We have our little spats, But we're still blood. We've been together through everything. I can't just get mad at her over simple things, life is too short to always be so damn mad. Just let it go." He smiled a little. "I'll be nice, But only for you. I don't agree with how she treats you, but I'll keep the peace."

"Thank you, sweetie. Now, go wash while I start our invitations." He kissed me then ran upstairs.

"Alright, " I whispered. "I'm about to make you my bitch, wedding invites."