The Blind and The Unseen

Birthday

A/N: Sorry I didn't post yesterday. I got caught up in some personal biz. Here's the next part for those of you who wanted it!

-Spy's POV-
~2 Months later~
(Btw the team kinda figured out that she can't see. They pieced it together when she pulled a knife on her own team on accident.)

Today was a special day. I had gone through a lot of trouble to call a ceasefire and keep everyone here for the day.

Today was Stella's 25th birthday. Not a milestone year, sure, but it was her first birthday at the RED base. I had everything planned, and it all had to be perfect. I'd had gotten up early to make her a special breakfast, Angel (Medic's wife), made her a chocolate lava cake (told ya it'd be important), and Medic even brought Socrates, one of his doves that seemed to have a soft spot for her. I even caught him leading her through the lab one day like a guide dog.

I walked into our bedroom, silently making my way to the bed. "Good morning, mon amore." I whispered, gently rousing her from her slumber.

"Good morning, darling." She yawned, sitting up and stretching. I placed the tray on her lap, littered with her favorite breakfast foods: Cut strawberries with melted chocolate, scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese mixed in, hash browns made extra crispy, and a pair of blueberry pancakes with warm maple syrup. Her face lit up at the smell. (Now someone could just make me this breakfast for me, that'd be great.)

"'appy birzday, mon cher." I greeted, placing a strawberry at her lips. She bit into it, her smile only growing.

"Aww, darling you didn't have to do all this for me!" She fawned, looking for a fork.

"Zis is just ze beginning. I 'ave a whole day planned for us."

"A whole day!? All for me?"

"Do you expect anyzing less from me, mon amore?"

"No, it's not that. I just..." she hesitated, trying to find the right words. "I've never really had a birthday before. It had always just been another day. Sometimes Mick would bring me a small gift to celebrate, but I had to hide it from my Aunt." She explained.

"Well we don't 'ave to worry about 'er anymore. You're 'ere wiz me now. And I want to treat you like ze queen you are. Now, just relax and let me take care of you" I held the fork in my hand, feeding her every bite so she wouldn't make a mess.

"Laurent, I'm capable of feeding myself." She laughed.

"Zat may be so, but I don't want you lifting a finger today, mon cher. She eventually stopped fussing and let me feed her.

"What did you zink?"

"That was amazing, love. The eggs were exactly how I like them, the hash browns were crispy, but not  burnt. It was perfect. Did you make it all yourself?"

"I 'ad a little 'elp from Angel wiz ze pancakes but ozer zan zat, oui. I'm glad you liked it, mon fleur." I kissed her forehead, taking the tray from her lap and setting it aside. "Now, get up and get ready, ze ozers want to see you." She quickly hopped out of bed and into the bathroom to shower. Meanwhile, I prepared my next gift. I had her measurements taken and had a few dresses made for her. My favorite of them all was a pink and yellow ombré tea-length dress that would reach just past her knees. It had holes cut into the shoulder and ruffles on the sleeves. I paired it with a pair of pastel pink ballet flats and a simple diamond neckless. I debated getting her a tiara, but I knew she would complain about me fussing over her so much.

"What should I wear?" She asked, returning to the bedroom wrapped in a towel, her hair pulled up in a temporary bun.

"I think you should wear zis." I helped her into the dress, marveling in how perfectly it hugged her curves. I stepped behind her, clasping the neckless around her neck. "Zere. Zough, ze diamond doesn't shine nearly as radiantly as you."