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*Reminder*
*nothing to do with the story*
Read A/N at the end.

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It's the middle of winter and it had just snowed. The fresh layer of white snow sparkled as the sun shines above. Ollie wanted to go play out side and build a snowman, and make snow angels, and have a snow ball fight.

I, naturally told him that it was to cold. He told me that it wasn't, Ashton agreed with him.

So, I help Ollie get his snow suit on to keep him warm along with his gloves his hat, and snow boots.

_*_*_

Outside, we played in the snow. Ashton helped him start on his snowman and I stood taking pictures of my child and boyfriend. Watching the adorable little moment between them.

When they started to make snow angled I declined they're offer to join but they pulled me down. I landed on top of Ashton and stayed there planting kisses on his face.

After the angles we had the snow ball fight, I was helping Ollie with the making the ball as he threw them at Ashton occasionally hitting him in the face, but mainly getting him in the back, chest or bum.

The day was going great, Oliver was having the best time, his smile never faultering.

When Oliver got cold, we had won three fights against Ashton, and he won one. I took him inside, so he could warm up.

I took his coat off, his snow suit, boots, hat, and gloves. I then gave him his jammies and told him to change.

I made the three of us hot chocolate and put on Frosty the Snow Man. And when Ollie was done getting dressed. We all sat together on the couch under a blanket and watched the movie.

_*next day*_

I woke up next to Ashton in my bed. It was about ten in the morning and I realized that today is Oliver's birthday. He is turning five today, January twenty seventh.

I got out of bed and went to see if he was still sleeping, he was. I then went out to the kitchen and made his birthday breakfast, pancakes.

A couple minutes late Ashton came out to the kitchen and wrapped his arms around my waist. "What's all this for?" He asked.

"Today is Oliver's birthday." I told him. I felt Ashton nod his head, as he held my waist.

"Last night was amazing." He whispered, I laughed. Last night after Oliver went to sleep, stuff had happened. Good stuff... really good stuff.

"I know." I turned around and kissed him. He tried to deepen the kiss but I pulled away, and turning back to flip the pancake.

Ten minutes later, Oliver walked out rubbing his eyes. "Happy Birthday Ollie!" I screamed excitedly.

He took a step back and looked at me. He put his hand down and looked at me. "Why are you screaming?!" He yelled back.

" 'Cause I'm punk rock I do what I want!" I told him setting his plate on the table and hugging him tightly. Ashton sat at the seat a crossed from me stuffing his face with pancakes.

The rest of the day was divided into playing in the snow outside, playing with his toys inside, watching movies, and eating cake.

That's how his other birthday's went. He never wanted a party, he didn't really have friends he's a loner. Not by chance though, he's had friends but then, their parents find out about Phoebe from one of my nosie little bastard of a neighbor and then they didn't want to their child around my house in fear I was the same way.

"Daddy?" His little voice broke through my thoughts.

"Yeah, Ollie?"

"I love you." He kissed my cheek and hugged me.

"I love you too."

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So again has nothing to do with the story. Ollie is still four in the story. But his birthday is going to be January 27. I tried to make a cute little chapter... but I think I failed...
A little later I the story there is going to be a cute way of how they say I love you... If you can guess the way I'll give you a shout out..

Hint: it has to do with the name of this book...

1/8/15

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