Adam-
The music was loud inside the house, tons of cookies on the counter, and an almost empty bottle of wine beside them. I always seem to bake when I'm upset or angry. As of right now, I'm a little bit of both.
"I thought you weren't going to stay up?" Adam asks behind me, I jump slightly. "I guess I forgot to go to bed. I'm not the only person with a horrible memory." I mumble the last part. "Ah, okay. Well, there's a whole lot of cookies on the counter. So you're either pissed off or pregnant. If I had to guess, I'm going to say the first one." He chuckles, I roll my eyes. "I'm fine." I slur, he moves to stand beside me. "Baby, what is wrong? For real." He pleads, I drop my head.
"Today is the 18th." I say quietly. "Yeah, it is the 18th. So?" He asks, my drunk heart breaking more. "I'm going to bed. Good night Adam." I tell him, I turn off the oven and make my way towards our bedroom. I hear Adam chanting the date behind me, pacing slightly. "THE FUCKING 18th, AM I FUCKING STUPID!" He exclaims behind me, I was already halfway up the stairs when he came running behind. "It's our anniversary and I forgot, no wonder you're so upset. Babe, I am so sorry. I honestly didn't know what today was, I'm so stupid. I'm a horrible boyfriend, I'm sorry." He apologizes, I sigh loudly. "You're not a horrible boyfriend. Just a forgetful one. Good night." I tell him, walking into our bedroom, closing the door before he gets into the room.
"I knew it was coming up! I promise, I got the gifts and everything! Babe, listen I'm just a fuck up and I promise to make up for it." He busts through the door. "Adam, it's fine. Just go to bed." I say, he digs through his cabinets. "Here it is!" He says, pulling a red box out. He walks over to me, handing me the box. "Happy anniversary baby." He whispers, I shake my head. "Happy anniversary. I'm still mad at you, but this is an amazing gift. Thank you." I say, taking the necklace out of the box.
George-
I heard all kinds of racket downstairs, which woke me up from my peaceful nap. I look over at the clock, 7:34, great. I roll off the bed, feeling like shit from sleeping so long. I bound down the steps quickly, rubbing my eyes slowly.
"Babe, what's all the fucking noise from?" I yell out, the racket continued. "Is that any language to use in the house?" I hear a voice say behind me, mom? I turn around, my mom standing there cross armed. "What are you doing here? Mom!" I say happily, going to hug her. "Happy birthday baby." She says, rocking us back and forth. "I can't believe you came all the way here." I say, she laughs. "Well y/n gave me no choice. I mean she's been asking for weeks to make sure I can get here, especially with all the people that tagged along." She explains, I raise my eyebrow, all the people?
I walk in to the kitchen/dining room, all my family and y/n standing there. "What the fuck." I whisper under my breath. "Surprise!" They all yell. I smile widely, looking at y/n especially. "I thought you forgot!" I whisper to her as she reaches up to hug me. "How could I ever forget something as important than this. I'm not that bad of a girlfriend, am I?" She jokes, I shake my head. "Actually, you're the best, if I'm being honest." I tell her, kissing her cheek. "Well, go interact! It's your birthday!" She yells, pushing me towards my cousins.
Matty-
"Hey, how was your day?" Matty asks, dropping his keys on the counter. He leans in to kiss my cheek. "Oh it was just perfect! How was yours Matty?" I sneer, he shrugs. "It was okay, we recorded all day and wrote some more songs. It was fun, even though I can tell by the look on your face that you don't care. What's up?" He asks, I shake my head. "I've been calming our son down for the last hour, I just now started supper, wanna know why?" I ask facetiously. "Sure." He mumbles. "Our son played the Christmas tree in his school play! Remember that Matty? He asked me why you weren't there and I had no answer. He wouldn't even get in the car, he was so upset. I don't know what to say to him Matty, ice cream before supper didn't even help." I preach, stirring the food crazy fast.
"Shit. Shit. Shit." He repeats to himself, rubbing his temples. "He's upstairs in his room if you want to see him." I tell him, Matty sighs loudly. "I'm afraid he hates me." Matty whispers, I shake my head. "Anger and hatred are two different things." I reply, turning off the stove. "I don't hate you daddy." A little voice says behind us.
We both turn around quickly, our little boy standing there with a paper in his hand. "Hey buddy, I am so sorry about tonight. I bet you were amazing." Matty apologizes, Aiden drops his head. "I was pretty amazing." He says quietly, I chuckle at how much he sounds like his father. "I wish I was there, you're the best Christmas tree around, I know that for sure. A little birdie even told me so." Matty explains, Aiden finally cracks a smile. "Really! Who?" Our son yells. Matty leans over to whisper it in his ear, Aidens face overfilled with joy. "He said I was the best? Really! Santa thinks I'm amazing! Momma, Santa thinks I was the best Christmas tree." Aiden screams excitedly, running over to me. "I know, he told me that too!" I say, ruffling his curls a little. "I drew a picture of me in my costume, look daddy! We can leave it for Santa to see!" He yells again, handing it to Matty. "It's beautiful, little man." Matty says, squatting down to his level. "Thank you." Aiden says, Matty opens his arms up to him, Aiden running into them. "I forgive you daddy." Aiden says, pulling away.
Ross-
I stepped into our house, all the lights off except for the hallway one. He must be home, he only turns that light on when he's home alone. "Babe, is that you?" Ross yells from upstairs, I chuckle. "Nope its a burglar who has a key." I whisper to myself. He comes bouncing down the stairs. "Hey babygirl, why are you so dressed up?" He asks, well here comes the waterworks.
"I just felt like dressing up for supper I guess." I tell him, he looked confused. "I would of made supper if I knew you were going to dress up this well." Ross jokes teasingly, stepping closer to me. I take a short step back when he reaches out for me. "You weren't supposed to make dinner." I say quietly, walking into the kitchen. I salvage through the cabinets, trying to find something to eat considering I didn't eat at the restaurant. "What does that mean?" He asks, coming beside me. "You weren't supposed to make dinner, you were just supposed to show up. I drank a lot of wine though, it was nice and free." I say, all my anger boiling to the surface. I wanted to cry rivers, but only tears welling up happened. "We were supposed to have dinner tonight at the fanciest restaurant in town and I completely forgot. I'm the worst boyfriend, baby I'm so so so sorry." He apologizes, grabbing my hand.
"It's fine, it was just a date." I downsize my hurt, he shakes his head. "It wasn't just a date! You probably felt so embarrassed, sitting there alone, waiting for me to show up. I'm such an idiot." He face palms, I chuckle. "Yep, hit the nail on the head there." I tell him, pulling a bag of chips out. "Will you forgive me?" He asks, I chuckle. "Of course I'll forgive you, I'm just upset. You're not a horrible boyfriend, but you made me feel like crap. So, I've had 5 glasses of wine and I need a nap. Goodnight Ross." I mumble, walking past him and head to our bedroom.
