He's my prince

happy birthday, milo.

C H A P T E R  T W E N T Y

"How is my baby seventeen already?" Maggie cooed, cupping Miles's cheeks and squeezing hard. He whined, raising his hands to wrap around his mother's wrists and pull her away.

"Moooooom! Stop, you're embarrassing me."

Landon chuckled, pushing Maggie out of his way and wrapped his arms around Miles's shoulders and squeezed him against his chest, "Aww, my big baby."

Miles grumbled, looking up at his father through his messy hair. A frown forming on his lips, "Can you not? We both know that Payton is your favorite."

Landon scoffed, "That's not true, there are no favorites in this house."

"We both know that's not true," Miles muttered, staring down at Payton who was all cuddled up in one of Landon's hoodies.

Landon smirked, "Well, at least you're your mother's favorite."

Maggie rolled her eyes, but she couldn't hide the huge grin that took over her face as she stared at her son. "I might just burst into tears. You're so big."

Miles blushed, shaking his father off, "I'm not that big and please don't make a big deal about this, ok? No surprise parties—"

Miles cut himself off when he saw Maggie's eyes widened and her face pale. "You're throwing me a party, aren't you?"

His mother scoffed, shaking her head, "Of course not, why would you think that?"

Miles hummed, "Ooh good. Since I've gotten a birthday wish from everybody, can I go to school?"

Maggie frowned, "Payton didn't wish you." She looked over her shoulder towards her nine-year-old daughter and snapped her fingers, "Honey, come wish your brother."

Payton opened one eye to stare up at Miles, before she sighed and sat up, raising her arms but made no effort to actually hug him. "Happy birthday!" She sang, shaking her arms and Miles rolled his eyes. His hand reaching out to shove Payton away, with his entire hand over her face, "Save it, you ass. Go back to sleep."

Payton grinned, "Yay." She closed her eyes and rolled back over onto the sofa she was trying to nap on. She'd been sniffly since yesterday and Landon thought it would be best if she stayed home.

Landon chuckled, patting Miles on the back as he lead him towards the garage. "How about you drive the Lambo today?"

Miles's eyes widened and he turned towards his father, shocked, "You're actually going to let me drive that? Why?" Miles gasped, "You're throwing me a party, aren't you? I fucking knew it."

The older man rolled his eyes, flicking Miles against the forehead, "No, you dumb fuck. It's your birthday, I just thought you'd want to come to school in style."