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Annette found herself blinking awake for the first time in her recent memory, usually it was Felix calling out to her to give her something to eat or a healer with some medicine but this time she found no cause to be awake other than she was. Lifting her head a bit she was met with a very strange sight, she was definitely not alone. The first person she noticed was Mercedes who lay beside her on the bed, above the covers and at an odd angle. On one of the large armchairs the professor and Dimitri were asleep, pressed close together with the professor’s head his shoulder, while Ashe occupied the other. Ingrid lay on the couch her legs pulled up tightly to her leaving room for Sylvain who sat beside her, head resting on the couch’s back. Lastly, there was Felix in the chair at her side like he usually was since this whole ordeal began. His presence at least made sense but what was everyone else doing? Annette thought she had some fuzzy recollection of seeing Mercedes and Ashe recently but a fever addled mind was not to be trusted.
I must be dreaming.. She thought to herself snuggling back into the blankets and returning to sleep.
When Annette awoke for the second time she was met with very much the same sight as before. Working herself into a more upright position to get a better look she found she hadn’t dreamed them and her friends really were all there. “Annie?” She heard a drowsy voice call. Her shuffling had stirred Mercedes who was now looking at her with half lidded eyes.
“Mercie.. are we… having a sleepover?” Annette asked innocently.
“Oh your’re awake!” She gasped in excitement, moving across the unstable surface of the bed to check Annette’s temperature. She gave a relieved sigh when she found it considerably less hot than before. “Don’t you remember getting sick Annie?”
“Umm maybe? Bits and pieces, I definitely don’t remember everyone coming here.”
Mercedes took on a somber expression, “it was pretty serious for a while there Annie, Felix asked us to come. Together we found the medicine to cure you.”
“Oh” she breathed turning to look at her husband. He was present in most the few memories she had since falling ill, I hope he didn’t run himself too far into the ground.
As if in response to her thoughts Felix stirred in his seat, blinking bleary eyed a few times before his vision focused. When it did he was met with sight of a smiling Annette staring back at him. “Annette!?” He exclaimed, shooting to his feet. “Are you feeling better?” He asked cupping her cheek with his hand.
“Yes, a lot better” she answered placing a hand over his.
“I’m glad,” he said softly, relief evident in his voice.
The commotion roused the others and soon Annette had a gaggle of former classmates clamoring around her bed all professing how relived and happy they were to see she was feeling better.
“Alright everyone,” Mercedes said clapping her hands together, “Annette’s still in a fragile state and will need plenty of rest so let’s not all wear her out at once we’ll all visit again later.”
“Before we go I have a proposal,” Dimitri announced. “Since it’s already so close to your birthday Felix why don’t we all stay until its passed and celebrate together?”
“That a wonderful idea Dimitri,” Mercedes exclaimed excitedly. “It’ll be like a great big reunion we can celebrate Annie’s recovery, Felix’s birthday and all of us being together.”
“It is a splendid idea,” Ingrid agreed.
“Yeah I’m in,” Sylvain seconded.
“Will Seteth mind your extended absence my beloved?” Dimitri asked Byleth.
“Probably,” she replied, “but I’m staying anyway.”
“Then it’s settled,” he replied with a warm smile.
“Way to invite yourself to stay boar,” Felix grumbled with no real bite. When Dimitri turned to retort he found Felix not even looking at him, his gaze instead locked on Annette whose face had broke out in a large smile the moment he’d suggested they stay.
With their plans decided everyone began filing out of the room until only Annette and Felix remained. “Did you really send for them all?” Annette asked quietly, her voice weak from disuse and throat still sore from the coughing.
“I did, the healers advised me to in case- this was the last-“ Felix’s brows knit together as he struggled to finish his sentence the thought alone too unpleasant to put into words. Seeing his discomfort Annette pat the bed beside her, a silent invitation for him to join her. Felix quickly accepted, climbing over to his usual side. He sat up above her placing an arm around and holding her close.
“I’m sorry if I worried you,” she said softly, fidgeting with the material of his sleeve.
“If?” he repeated in disbelief only to be met with an innocent stare. “I was terrified Annie,” he said quietly, not meeting her gaze. “You were coughing blood and had a terrible fever I- I thought…”
“I’m sorry,” she repeated weaving her fingers together with his.
“No, don’t apologize,” he said firmly brushing back her hair with his free hand. “You kept your promise. Also, I should apologize, the flowers you were growing turned about to be the cure you needed, they’re all gone now.”
“Oh really? I never would’ve expected that. Did you like them at least?” She asked hopefully.
“I did, they were pretty. I’d like to make them a permanent addition to the greenhouse.”
“But, if they’re there all the time they won’t be special anymore,” Annette argued feebly.
“They will be to me,” he assured her with a kiss to the temple. Annette’s cheeked puffed out in a pout and Felix suspected this conversation wasn’t over but for the moment the topic was changed.
“Did anything big happen while I was out?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Felix,” she whined. “You didn’t let your work pile up did you?”
“It’s.. taken care of.”
“Felix,” Annette said suspiciously.
“He sighed, “Dimitri and the professor may have helped out.”
“Oh wow how nice of them,” she said with a smile, then with a pout “I thought you said you wouldn’t let the place fall apart.”
“You said that,” he corrected. “I had other things on my mind,” he said, his grip tightening slightly around her. She at least looked sympathetic but he doubted she was convinced her health was a reason to leave work unattended to.
“Thank you by the way,” she murmured softly.
“For what?”
“I don’t remember much about being sick but from what little I do you were always there with a wet cloth or a bowl a soup, it meant a lot so thank you Felix,” she finished warmly, placing her hand on his cheek. Her smile widened feeling the warmth of his skin flushing in embarrassment.
“I- uh you’re welcome,” he said averting his eyes. She couldn’t help but chuckle at his behavior blushing like a schoolboy despite already being married.
“Speaking of soup, are you hungry?” He asked suddenly recalling just how little Annette had eaten of late.
“Not really,” she replied, “I think I’d rather sleep some more,” she added stifling a yawn.
“You need to eat Annie, you’ve been wasting away in here for weeks,” he said firmly,, but not unkind.
“I will, I promise,” she said, voice airy. “Tonight, at dinner. Felix gave a soft huff of displeasure but saw no point in arguing as she was already burrowing deeper into her nest of blankets. “Stay until I fall asleep?” She requested sweetly, big blue eyes turning his heart to mush.
“Of course,” he answered easily, placing his arm over her in a loose hold. It wasn’t long before she drifted off, Felix would have been content to lay there the rest of the day, soothed by the soft and gentle sounds of her breathing as opposed the gasps and wheezes of not so long ago. Alas he supposed he should go find his guests, inform them that Annette was well, and see that they didn’t get too carried away planning a birthday celebration.
It seemed he was already to late for the latter as the moment he stepped into the sitting room where they’d all gathered the excited chatter came to an immediate and telling halt. “Felix!” Ingrid greeted a little too loudly ensuring all attention was on him. “How is Annette?” She asked readily, a too wide smile on her face.
“Fine, she’s sleeping now. “What were you all-“
“That’s wonderful! Ingrid interrupted loudly “we all look forward to seeing her at dinner but we should all return to our quarters now and freshen up. A chorus of murmurs in agreement arose from behind her.
“Indeed,” Dimitri agreed easing toward the door. “We’ll see you later Felix, he said before making a break for it, the others hot on his heels bidding hurried farewells to Felix before exciting.
Felix stared blankly at the door a moment, mind processing the odd spectacle he’d just witnessed. He sighed to himself convinced of one thing; they were planning something.
With nothing else to do Felix decided to pass the time at the training grounds, he’d spent uncharacteristically little time there recently, the desire to train fleeting while Annette was ill. He slashed away at the dummies for the next few hours hardly breaking a sweat in the bitter cold. At last he decided to head in eager to see if Annette was well enough to accompany him to dinner. A pleasant sight met his eyes when he entered their room, Annette seated before her vanity mirror, Mercedes brushing her hair as the two chatted cheerily.
“Oh hello Felix,” Mercedes greeted, “we were wondering where you’d gotten to.”
“I went to the training grounds after all of you decided to “freshen up”,” he stated. Mercedes giggled sweetly but offered no explanation for everyone’s odd behavior. Seeing he’d get no answer he shifted his attention to Annette, “Are you feeling up to going to dinner? Or do you want it brought here?”
Annette shook her head, “I wanna eat with everyone,” she answered excitedly. I feel even better now I’ve had a bath and Mercie made my hair presentable.”
Felix approached her slowly taking in her appearance as he went. She had a simple dress, plain in appearance but made of a soft warm wool that should keep her from getting cold. As she said her hair was brushed back neatly and looked touchably soft, it’d been too long since he saw it so instead of damp with sweat as it clung to her. “You look nice,” he blurted thoughts becoming words without his consent, though he supposed it was alright when she smiled at him her eyes lighting up. A soft chuckle reminded him they weren’t alone as Mercedes set down the brush.
“Well I’ll see you two at dinner then,” she said on her way out.
“Bye Mercie,” Annette called after her, then looking back to Felix, “should we get going then?”
Felix nodded offering her his hand.
She hesitated, “you’re going to change right?”
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“You slept in it! And you said you’ve been training in it.”
“So? Its just our classmates.”
She gave him a disapproving look that began to slowly morph into disappointment.
“I’ll change.”
Instantly her smile returned as she waited for Felix to return with fresh clothes. This time she accepted his offered hand and two made their way down the hall, Felix bearing in mind to keep mind his pace so it was comfortable for her. “I could carry you,” he offered.
“No way! That’s too embarrassing!” She exclaimed.
A smirk tugged at Felix’s lips, he’d expected her refusal, but oh how’d he missed teasing her.
In the dining all they found their friends patiently waiting for them, all them pleased to see Annette well enough to leave her room and eat with them. Felix watched in content as she happily socialized with them eager for all the news they had about goings on in the capital and their personal lives as well. As such he didn’t miss the fall in her expression when a nearly overflowing plate was sat before her, Mercedes had mentioned Annette’s appetite would take some time to get back to normal. Leaning over he said quietly in her ear, “don’t force yourself just eat what you can.”
Picking up on the gist of what was going on Sylvain piped up. “Don’t worry Annette Ingrid will help with anything you can’t finish, he said with a bright smile before crying out in pain following a kick to the shin as Ingrid angrily took another bite of her meal. Their amusing antics had Annette giggling as she dug into her own meal which despite Ingrid’s violent reaction, she did help finish.
The next morning Felix was pleased to see even more of Annette’s energy returning and after a light breakfast she scurried off to the kitchen to work with Mercedes on something she wouldn’t tell him about only giving strict orders to stay out. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it had something to do with his birthday but he was still curious, that and he didn’t want her overexerting herself so soon but he supposed with Mercedes there was little chance of that. That aside, he had barely had a moment to spare them another thought as the rest of their former class had made it their mission to run him ragged. After breakfast Dimitri and Ingrid had hustled him off to the training grounds each offering a spar.
“Today being your birthday, we won’t even give you a hard time about having no other interests,” Sylvain teased. “We’ll willingly let you kick our asses.”
“Speak for yourself,” Ingrid argued. “Birthday or not he’ll have to earn his win from me.”
“From me as well,” Dimitri agreed. “You know he won’t appreciate an easy win Sylvain.”
“The boar’s right,” Felix agreed. “Give me your best Sylvain.”
With a heavy sigh Sylvain trudged out onto the field, “You had to be difficult we’ll be here all day now,” he whined.
Despite his attitude Sylvain did put in some effort, though Felix claimed victory in the end, their bout lasted quite a while. After allowing him a short rest Felix and Ingrid were just about to start their match when Ashe came carting out lunch.
“Hungry anyone?” He asked.
“Why are you bringing that out here?” Felix asked, setting his sword aside.
“The girls have pretty much taken over the dining hall,” he explained no ones allowed in.
“By that of course you mean me, and these three are the distraction,” Felix said gesturing to the others.
Ashe offered only a sheepish smile before backing away towards the castle. “I’ll leave the cart here just put your plates on it when your done,” he said before hurrying off. The food and rest having reenergized him Felix retrieved his sword, squaring up with the Ingrid the pair went at it, true to her word Ingrid made him work, what she lacked in power she made up for in speed forcing Felix to duck and dodge constantly if he wanted even a chance at a counter attack. Finally, with the two nearing exhaustion their fight came to end, while Felix would consider his victory inevitable, Ingrid would refer to it as simply dumb luck. On a particularly viscous swing Felix felt his crest surge to life followed by a loud crack. Ingrid stared in shock at the two pieces of lance she held in her hands. Without missing a beat Felix pointed his sword at her, “Do you yield?”
“You broke my lance!”
“So? If this were the battlefield do you expect your opponent to politely wait for you to fetch another one?”
Ingrid stalked off the field muttering herself as Dimitri strolled over to where Felix was getting a drink. “So now that you’ve broken a weapon as well I suppose we can let that old story rest now, yes?
“No.”
“N-no? but why ever not,” the king stammered.
“That was a training lance, your broke an actual sword.”
“So, my humiliation lives on based on a mere technicality?”
“Yes.”
Heaving a defeated sigh Dimitri went to retrieve his own lance, “Very well Felix, it is my turn then I suppose. Felix would never admit it aloud but he was feeling a bit reluctant, Dimitri was not an opponent one wanted to face after already facing two perfectly capable others. It was a perfectly legitimate excuse if he lost but an excuse all the same which Felix was not fond of.
“You could do that,” a new voice rang out across the training grounds. All eyes turned and landed on the professor as she strolled down the steps toward them. “If you want to face yet another lance wielder, or would you like to cross blades with me instead?”
Felix hummed in amusement, “how convenient that you should show up after I’ve already fought to opponents.”
Felix didn’t miss the teasing glint in her eyes when she said, “It’s fine If you feel you’re not up to it.”
Felix felt his teeth clench in irritation, “hardly, go fetch a sword,” he snapped. With a smirk the professor sauntered off to the sword rack. “Disappointed boar?”
“Not at all,” Dimitri answered shaking his head, his tone unmistakably genuine. “It pleases me beyond measure seeing you two enjoy yourselves.” Felix walked away with a snort, moving to stand across from the professor. He held his sword at the ready mind working to recall what moves she typically opened with. His first two matches were challenging but he knew they were nothing compared to what he was in for now. The professor was the culmination of years fighting, adept at every weapon, possessing both power and agility, then there were her unorthodox tactics gained from her days as mercenary. On top of that if Felix tried to buy time lingering too long outside her reach, she wouldn’t hesitate launch a fireball at him.
Losing was the expected result no matter how distasteful. Regardless Felix wasn’t about to offer petty excuses, eking out a win under perfect conditions meant little after all. A battlefield could hold any number of powerful opponents, stamina was crucial if one wished to survive. Resolved to grow even stronger Felix was prepared to call it a day, particularly when Ashe trotted out calling everyone in for dinner.
Felix did his best give the appearance of just a man walking to dinner, not at all excited to see his wife or what she had done to the dining hall. If the others thought there was a spring in his step then they were just seeing things. Stepping inside Felix was taken aback at the sight before him. Silken blue banners were hung elegantly about room, weaving through the beams high over their heads. Laid out on the table a feast fit for a king and duke both featuring a number of Felix’s favorite dishes. In the corner a quartet of string instruments softly played. Annette bustled out to meet them with Mercedes in tow. “There you all are,” she said excitedly strolling up to Felix. “Happy Birthday!” She told him taking his hand and leading him over to the table, “come on everyone grab a seat.”
Everyone eagerly followed her instructions, piling food on their plates the moment they had taken their seats, all propriety and social graces forgotten when in present company. “I hope you worked up an appetite out there,” Annette said happily watching Felix dig into his steak, secretly pleased he’d selected it first among his many options, wondering if it was in some way a tribute to the very first of her songs he’d heard.
“I did, your minions did well keeping me occupied,” he teased.
“Actually, we’re the professor’s minions,” Sylvain spoke up. She had us distract you outside so Annette could work her magic in here.”
“And a fine job she did,” Dimitri complimented his blue eye roving the matching banners above. “Everything looks and tastes wonderful wouldn’t you agree Felix?” Felix hums his agreement not one for public displays or compliments, he’ll tell her later how much he enjoyed it—
Later…
Just a short while ago the it was unknown to him if later would ever come. “Yes, he spoke abruptly, “everything is very nice, thank you Annette.” She looked surprised, then smiled brightly at him, pleased to hear he’s enjoying himself. The others pipe up as well all praising the food and decorations alike. When the food is mostly gone Annette and Mercedes share a meaningful look before standing from the table and subtly excusing themselves. Felix watched them go unsure if he should be concerned that Annette’s suddenly feeling unwell or if they’re doing something completely unrelated. His answer came swiftly as the pair reappeared from the kitchen. Annette walked slowly but steadily, in her hands a platter featuring a tall dark cake. Felix resisted his urge to go and assist her with it, given she clearly wished to do it herself. Mercedes hovers at her side a bowl of unknown contents in her hand.
Annette placed the cake on the table with a pleased smile, “Mercie and I made you a cake,” she explained. “You do the honors birthday boy,” she adds handing him a knife. Obediently Felix rose and began cutting slices while Annette slid them onto plates before passing them to Mercedes. The bowl it turns out contained a thick white frosting that Mercedes elegantly spread on the slices before handing them out around the table. Felix is mildly curious as to why they waited till now to frost them before a plain slice is held out to him. “I think you’ll like it better this way,” she said. “The frosting is to sweeten things up for the rest of us.”
Thanking her he takes the offered plate and returns to his seat. Although still not a fan of them he knows he’d devour the most sickly-sweet confection imaginable were she the one to offer it to him. Taking a bite he’s pleasantly surprised, he recognizes the flavor of chocolate though with so little sugar added its retained some of its natural bitterness, he detects some nuttiness as well as the slight kick of cinnamon. He finds he’s truly enjoying this dessert and he’s not alone as the others quickly take to complimenting Annette on her creation. Naturally she plays down her achievement frantically waving her hands as she insists that it’s really Mercedes the expert baker who deserves the praise. Felix knows the truth before Mercedes even offers it, she may have handled the technical aspects, measuring, proper baking time and temperature, but the thought process behind creating a cake that Felix would actually enjoy came from Annette. He finishes his slice easily and surprises everyone by taking a second.
“I dunno what’s more surprising,” says Sylvain, chin resting on the heel of his hand, “the fact that Felix has taken a liking to sweets or that he’s developed a appetite to rival Ingrid’s. Everyone laughs save of course Felix and Ingrid the former sending a glare while Ingrid again kicks his shin.
“That was a truly excellent meal,” Dimitri said with a satisfied sigh relaxing back in his chair.
“It sure was,” agreed Ashe. “I couldn’t eat another bite.”
“Neither could I,” sighed Ingrid a blissful smile on her face.
“I hate to see such a splendid evening end but I believe it would be best if we turn in soon, we have an early morning tomorrow.”
“You’re leaving already?” Annette asked sadly.
“Regrettably yes,” Dimitri answered. “I fear I’ve been away from Fhirdiad too long.”
“And I from the monastery,” added Byleth.
“I’m sorry for all the trouble everyone,” Annette said eyes downcast.
“Nonsense Annette,” Dimitri immediately assured her. “We had been planning to come for Felix’s birthday anyway as far as I can tell everything has worked out splendidly.”
“Indeed, remember we’re all friends Annette helping each other in an hour of need is never a bother,” added Ingrid.
The night having ended on a positive note they all bid each other good night before returning to their rooms.
Annette and Felix stepped into their bedroom together, each going about their nightly rituals to prepare for bed. “Um Felix?” Annette called quietly. He hummed to indicate he was listening as he hung up his overcoat and stuck it back in the armoire. “I uh- well I want to um…” Felix turned to look at her, observing the way she shifted her weight between her feet, a pink tinge dusted her cheeks as she twirled a lock of her around her finger, she was also avoiding even looking his direction, all signs that she was either nervous or embarrassed, likely both. He stood patiently, waiting for her to find the words she wanted, at last she took a steadying breath, “I want to give you your birthday present.”
Felix’s brows knitted in confusion, “but I though the flowers were-“
“They were!” She rushed out, “but with them gone I had to come up with something else.”
Felix took I step toward her, “Annette you didn’t have to-“
She held up a hand stopping both his approach and his speech. “I wanted to,” she said leaving no room for argument. Annette straightened her posture, hands clenched together in front of her, she took a deep breath and began to sing.
“Happy Birthday too you
Happy Birthday too you
Happy Birthday dear Felix, Happy Birthday too you
I’m glad for each day
Here’s a song just to say
Thanks for all you do
And know I love you”
Felix stared in wide-eyed shock, he hadn’t realized until that moment just how long he’d gone without hearing her sweet singing, or how much he’d missed it. Annette waited anxiously for a response, growing more so as each additional moment passed without a reaction. “Felix?”
Quick as a flash Felix closed the distance between them, Anette let out a little squeak of surprise as he took her in his arms, his lips meeting hers in the first proper kiss they’d shared in weeks. Felix poured every emotion he had into the kiss, love, joy, relief, everything he felt yet struggled to express in words. Getting over her initial surprise Annette returned the kiss, hands fervently clinging to him. What was actually minutes felt to them like hours spent in each other’s embrace until the need for air forced them apart. “Did that mean you liked it?” Annette asked breathlessly.
“I loved it,” Felix answered quietly, their foreheads pressed together, eyes locked, and a genuine smile on his face. “And I love you.”
Annette giggled sweetly like the chiming of small bells. Eventually she began to pull away, “I think I’d like to go to bed now”, she yawned going over to her wardrobe and pulling out a night dress. The couple resumed their earlier activities of preparing to sleep and were soon cuddled up together under the blankets.
Felix lay awake marveling at where the many twists and turns of his life had brought him. From the loss of his brother, his best friend, his father, through a hellish war, and out the other side. Now he lay peacefully in bed with no threats in sight, he had his friends both old and new, and his precious wife sleeping soundly in his arms. At that moment life was absolutely perfect.
The next morning after an early breakfast Felix and Annette stood outside to see their friends off back to the capital. Annette, much to her chagrin, was wrapped head to toe in a what she considered an absurd amount of clothing giving her the appearance of a puffy marshmallow, at Felix’s insistence of course. The look of shocked betrayal on her face when Mercedes had agreed with him that she needed to keep warm had been comical, despite that the girls were clearly having a hard time saying good bye. They stood off to the side hugging and sniffing as they repeatedly promised to write.
“Now, now, Dimitri tried to soothe I’m sure we’ll have some excuse for you to two visit the capital soon.”
“There’s the news year’s festival,” said Ashe. “Its was such a stuffy affair at the monastery perhaps we could hold our own and have fun with it.”
“A splendid idea Ashe,” agreed Dimitri. “Certainly, we have much to look forward to in the coming year, the lot of us gathering together chief among them. We’ll iron out the details later,” he said mounting his horse, but do keep your calendars open everyone.”
“Oh I can hardly wait!” Mercedes said excitedly all trace or her earlier sadness gone.
“Bout time we had a class reunion that actually started out happy,” joked Sylvain.
“It’s true,” agreed Ingrid, “we haven’t had the best luck with them.”
“Then it will be the start of a new tradition of only happy reunions!” cheered Annette.
“It’s a promise then,” spoke the professor, “and I know how my students always keep their promises.”
With hopeful plans for the future their current situation seemed much less sad.
“Miss you already Mercie!” Annette called before her friends had even cleared the castle gate. “I’ll start writing the moment I get back inside.”
“Miss you too Annie,” Mercedes called back. “I’ll look forward to your letter.”
Annette stood waving until everyone had disappeared from view, only then allowing Felix to tug her back inside. True to her word she immediately began scribbling away at a sheet of paper. “Better send it tomorrow,” she said folding and sealing the letter, “otherwise the carrier may as well just hand it to her on the road.”
Standing from where he’d been stoking the fire Felix pondered what to do. His body while not sore held a certain heaviness like that felt the morning after day of rigorous physical activity. He could only assume it was the result of his sparring matches and the release of the all the stress he’d been carrying just a few short days prior. He went over and lay on the bed, as expected it wasn’t long before he felt the gentle shifting of Annette crawling in after him. “It’s not like you to just lay around in bed,” she teased.
“We’ve earned a day off,” he answered simply, snaking an arm around her waist and lower back.
They lay in silence a short while before Annette begins to figit, “You’re sure there's no work that needs doing?”
“No.”
“No, you’re not sure or no there isn’t?”
“There’s no work.”
“What about the-“
“No.”
“Or the-“
“No.” Felix groans internally Annette is still as hyperactive as she as at the academy still unable to sit still even when she tried. Still he knows he prefers her this way as opposed to sick in bed unable to move.
“If you want to do something so bad,” he said turning to look at her, “why don’t you sing that song again? From last night.”
“No way!” she gasps. “That song’s only for your birthday!”
“You’d make me wait that long to hear it again?” He asks, giving his best sad puppy impression.
“Yes I— Hey… Don’t look at me like that!”
The End