Trigger warning: Food Mention, Death Mention, graveyard.
                              Patton's 4th birthday. Or as he likes to call it, the best one by far even if it was disappointing.
                              "Mommy! Daddy! Wake up! It's my birthday!" The cheerful child exclaimed as he jumped up and down on his parents bed, effectively, waking them up.
                              His mother turned over sluggishly, "Happy birthday son," 
                              Patton plopped down on his knees after jumping up and down once more, giggling with excitement for his special day. 
                              All throughout the previous 3 years he'd be told the adorable story of his parents and how they wrote to each other everyday. It was like a forbidden romance, like Romeo and Juilet. They'd write poems for the other to read when the other woke up since they lived in different countries. They'd tell him about the day they met, face to face, jumping longingly into one anothers arms. It was perfect. It was his favourite story.
                              "What time is it sweet pea?" His father groaned as he turned from his stomach that he laid on.
                              His mother turned the clock so she could read it, "5am..."
                              She turned to her son that was still practically bouncing out of his skin, "Patty? Were you up all night?" 
                              "I just couldn't wait!-" He got interrupted with his own yawn.
                              "Come on, hop into bed with us," She lifted the covers so Patton could crawl in, "A growing boy like you needs your sleep, you don't want to be exhausted when you meet your princess,"
                              "Hmmm yeah..." Patton said before gently drifting off to sleep.
                              Time skip
                              "We should probaly wake him up now Veronica,"
                              "Awwww but Othello he's so cute when he's sleeping,"
                              "Patton, it's time to wake up," Patton's step father, Othelle, said as he softly shook the young boy awake. Othelle was more like a father to Patton than just a step father, he treated Patton as if he was his actual son, it was sweet while it lasted.
                              Patton shot up almost immediately, "DID I MISS MY BIRTHDAY?!" He asked, slightly panicked that he'd miss everything because he slept.
                              "We'd never let you miss your birthday darling," His mother said, brushing his hair out of his face as she sat beside him, "Silly Patty," she booped his nose before standing up.
                              "Come on kiddo, you've got candles to blow out," Patton's dad told him.
                              Patton took his mothers hand as they went downstairs. The room was dark and the declious scent of cake lingered in the room as well as the crisp smell of the birthday candles.
                              "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Patton, happy birthday to you~" His parents sang together in a tune other than the traditional way.
                              "Make a wish champ," His dad told him as he lowered the cake to Patton's height.
                              Patton thought for a moment. What did he want? He had everything he really wanted? What more? He finally thought of something.
                              He blew out the candles as his mother switched the lights back on.
                              "So what'd you wish for kiddo?" His dad asked, ruffling his hair, making it an even bigger mess than it already was. But it's adorable so no ones cares.
                              Patton placed his index finger in front of his mouth whilst he made a shushing sound, "Not telling or else it won't come true!"
                              "Aw darn it, well, keep your secrets, let's have cake," His mother gave in immediately, cutting the first slice of cake, "Who's having the first slice?" She asked, thinking she knows the answer.
                                      
                                  
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