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“Okay,” Is Lennon into the kitchen

“Well, look who I found loitering out the front,” Dad says He claps Lennon on the back and sits down Lennon slides down onto the seat next to h underneath the table and his fingers gently stroking ht I feel the luckiest girl in the world to have him as my boyfriend

“So, how’s irl?” he asks with a smile

“Pretty good,” I ad my head

“Sleep well?” he asks with a wry s

God, no wonder he and Mo so well “Yes, thank you, and you?” I reply, shooting hilare while Mom places a stack of pancakes on the table, followed by a heaped plate of bacon, eggs, tomatoes, and etto put me on the spot

“Thanks, Mom,” I say with a smile as I pick up my knife and fork

“You’re welcome You know, I’ve done this every birthday since you were old enough to feed yourself You’re still my baby, no matter what You’ll always be my baby”

I roll rateful lance at Lennon and wonder what his birthdays were like growing up

“So,” Dad begins, changing the subject “What are you two doing today? I assu parents?”

I nod, a pang of guilt hitting uilt is quickly replaced with curiosity when I see Lennon’s sot planned All I know is he’s spent a good portion of the last feeeks planning soht as quickly as it develops No It’s way too soon for that

Mo an armful of presents She places them on the table next to me and stands back proudly as I open thener jeans, make-up, a few books and a healthy wad of cash I plan to put toorking onallabout that

“Happy birthday, honey I hope you have a great day” She’s wiping away tears already I laugh and lean over to give the

“Thanks, Mom Thanks, Dad”

“I guess we’d better go,” Lennon says “I have a big day planned I hope you’re going to like it”

I get up frooing to be I’rin

“Are you going to tell ain I know I shouldn’t be i for what feels like freakin’ hours already I fight back a slight twinge of annoyance since I wasn’t expecting to spend the whole of my birthday squashed up in a car Well, not like this, anyway

“You’ll find out soon enough” Lennon h, an a, don’t you?”

“Not everything,” I retort “Just e’re wasting ” I pout I kno childish I’rooman, but I can’t help it Birthdays only last twenty-four hours, once a year They’re sacred toit “All this tis,” I purr, changing h until I notice a bulge growing in his pants and he shifts unco to concentrate on the road ahead I chuckle to myself, happy that I’ve aroused him I widen my eyes and try to look all innocent and irresistible because I know that usually breaks him

“We’re almost there,” he pleads with me “Just trust me, okay?”