Fire and Ice

Chapter 31: Birthday Drama

Vega's POV 

Waking up is never an easy task. Finding the willpower to keep my tired eyes open and gather just enough of my strength to climb out of the comforts of my bed and get ready for the day. I don't enjoy waking up but on a day like today, I like to make an exception.

After getting dressed in a new record time I rush downstairs and into the kitchen where I'm met by my parents running around like madmen. My mom rushes between the stove and the counter, flipping eggs, and bacon, stacking toast on a board and turning the sausages creating my traditional birthday breakfast. While my mom cooks her ass off my father darts around the table setting down the plates, cutlery and some decorations, which is only really a vase full of fresh white daisies and bright yellow sunflowers. 

"Good morning," I greet them in a sing-song voice. 

My sudden appearance shocks them both but they recover from their shock quickly and wide smiles tug on their lips. 

"Happy birthday!" they cheer. 

My father sets the last of the plates before running to me and pulling me into his tight and warm embrace. "Happy birthday, my princess," he whispers and kisses my hair. 

"Thank you, Dad."

Pulling away from me he heads back to the table to start moving the vase from one point on the table to the other trying to find the best place for it to fit his standards. 

"Would you like some help there, Mom?" I ask watching as she continues to scramble around her part of the kitchen. 

With her gaze still laser-focused on the eggs in front of her she shakes her head. "It's okay, sweetheart, I'm almost done here. You can go sit at the table." 

Looking at the mountain of food she's got working I feel bad leaving it all for her to do. It may be my birthday but that doesn't mean that I'm unable to work. Walking over to the stove I gently pry the spatula out of my mom's hand and start working on the fried eggs. Working as a unit my mom and I get the food out in no time. We set the plates containing all of the delicious food. 

"This looks amazing, ladies," my dad says with a beaming smile on his face while he rubs his hands together in anticipation. 

Wrapping her arms around me my mom plants a chaste kiss on my cheek. "Thank you for your help, sweetheart, and happy birthday."

"Thank you, Mom." 

The second my plate is full I instantly start digging into the food shoving fork after fork into my mouth. My parents chuckle and smile at my childish way of eating. As soon as we all finish our food, my mom runs to her purse and pulls out a small box wrapped in gold wrapping paper. 

"This is just something small from your father and me," she says as she hands me the gift. 

Unable to contain my joy I tear the wrapping paper off revealing a small black box. Popping the lid off I gasp at the gold necklace resting inside. 

"This is beautiful," I cry pulling the necklace from the light pink pillows it was resting in. Gently cradling it in my hand my gaze is immediately set on the small snowflake charm hanging from the golden chain. "I wonder what made you choose this one," I laugh as I hold up the snowflake charm.