Intimately Enchanted → pjm ✓

Chapter 38

"Lorraine, gorgeous, I love you. I really love you." Jimin said. "But it's so fucking weird to hold an Oscar in your hand and go to your birthday party like you're holding a cheap beer bottle."

Lorraine rolled her eyes, pulling a little on Jimin's hand as they entered Lorraine's yacht.

Yes, it was her birthday.

And she had never known how to feel about birthdays.

Materialism was one thing but birthdays usually scared her. It felt like...why did they even come every year? She felt like shit at those days. She was usually filled with guilt upto her neck on her birthdays.

It wasn't that her birthday wasn't celebrated nicely. It was just that...her mother's birthday wasn't. A part of her was vivid at her mother, always will be. For not fighting for her when she was dying. Not fighting for her when she had jumped in the fire to save her life.

But a part of her also pitied her.

Endlessly.

Because...

She had always been a kind woman. Too kind. So much so that it became her weakness. She always wondered how a man like her father even managed to get a woman like her as his wife. Well, life pulls shit.

But she had always been filled with guilt on her birthdays. A part of her still believed that maybe...just maybe if Lorraine would have tried harder, her mother and her would have had a good relationship. One in which she wouldn't have hesitated to wish her happy birthday and didn't feel like she'd melt if she showed affection.

Lorraine could never be as kind as her mother. She was still her father's daughter. Kind and strong. To put up with every bullshit her father threw on her face, she survived everything. Every chaos.

Lorraine had always felt guilty for not being there with her mother.

It was a communication gap.

So to punish herself, she resisted celebrating her birthdays.

Fuck.

This was the thing, her father still breathed down her neck. Still. Even after–

She inhaled sharply.

"If my baby wants to see the award, he sees the damn award." She replied to Jimin's previous question. The said baby was Tom, he was her baby.

Ana said she pampered him too much, but Ana could go to fucking hell. The kid had seen a lot and he deserved the world and Lorraine was going to give it to him. No, he didn't live off of Lorraine's money, he had started earning at a very early age, infact.

As they climbed up the yacht and started moving towards the cockpit - which was a club - Lorraine thought that sometimes life was too grand for a few people. People like her.

Yes, she was feeling like a sob on her birthday, sue her.

One of the workers in a black suit opened the door that led to the club and she was immediately but by a loud blast and then fucking glitter confetti was falling all over her head. Her mouth was hung open by whatever fuckery she was struck with before everyone in the room was cheering happy birthday, Lorraine and clapping.

Oh, these fucking idiots were surprising her to a birthday party that she herself paid for.

But, this kind of stupidity could be done by one person, and one person only.

Tom.

"Unlike you, I'm not eighteen kid, so shit like this embarrasses me–"

Oh.