WHEN LOVE ARRIVES [KEANU REEVES]

nineteen ⋆ certain nights

❝night is purer than day; it is better for thinking, loving, and dreaming. at night everything is more intense, more true.❞
 ─ elie wiesel 

On Keanu's fifth night in Boston, Skeeter had came over close to one in the morning with ingredients for a cake and purple icing shoved into his freezer. 

"I told you!" Skeeter told him, bouncing in excitement as Keanu got their cake out of the oven. "I'd learn to bake a cake for you." 

Placing the newly-baked pastry on his kitchen counter, he rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "It was more of me baking and you reading off the instructions, honestly."

"But, despite the mess, we made a pretty good cake, aye?"

Surrounding them were empty boxes of cake mix with icing and flour scattered all over the kitchen. It was a good decision that they both wore aprons with the two commenting that this was the most domestic they had ever felt in a long time. 

As Skeeter worked her way around frosting the cake with a pastel purple color, Keanu observed just how expertly she moved her wands around the two-layered cake. "You've done this before?" He asked.

"Baked a cake?" Skeeter licked some off her index finger then continued on, "Nope. Decorated one? Kinda. It's not going to be much but I hope you think it's up to par with your standards, Chuck."

"I just hope we didn't mess up any of the measuring stuff."

"We didn't. We did good." 

Skeeter didn't waste any time after she was done. She brought out a candle inside the plastic bag she had brought earlier, placed it carefully on the cake before lighting it, and began to sing an okay rendition of Happy Birthday to the man with an amused smile on his face. 

"I wasn't aware this was a late birthday celebration."

The doctor bounced on the balls of her feet as she stood in front of him. "You aren't aware of a lot of things. Come on! Make a wish!" 

Keanu took one look at her ─ taking in her blue eyes shining bright and the smile that seemed ecstatic yet also bled sunshine and genuine happiness. He hoped he was the cause of such smile. He had his wish. I wish I don't lose you because I don't want this to ever end. 

And, blew the candle. 

Skeeter cheered and began digging into the cake with a fork after passing one to him. They stood hunched over the kitchen counter with their home-baked pastry (which surprisingly turned out pretty well) for a few minutes before she softly bumped her shoulder to his. 

"So, what's your birthday wish?"

Chuckling, Keanu shook his head. "I'm not telling you, dear Skeetersaurus. I want it to come true." 

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