Alex’s birthday was a few days away, I was planning on a having a small family and friends birthday, because I hate chaos and simply because of the limited people I had in my circle.
I really didn’t care. I just wanted my baby to have his sweet and simple birthday which will be, hopefully, wrapped in warmth and uncountable love.
So that’s the reason I was having this talk-err-argument with Xavier, he wanted a full blown sweet sixteen type of birthday bash where I was restraining from even the illusion of it.
I am not being selfish, I am being sensible; he will be one not sixteen. But does Xavier listen, no.
“Why can’t you agree with me?”He said irritated and I shook my head and crossed my hand stubbornly.
“Because you just don’t get it.”I pointed out and he glared at me.
“I get that you want to be a stick in the ass parent.” He fired back and I just raised my eye brow at his explanation.
“You are ridicules.” I concluded and picked Alex up from the floor.
He was quite entertained from our little fight.
“oh! no miss you come right here.” He ordered, to which I simply rolled my eyes.
“make me.” I challenged unknowingly and didn’t really think he will take it seriously.
I heard a warrior cry, which startled me and I spun around alarmed, only to find Xavier running at me and, quite comically, slipping over the Alex’s fresh droll.
Let me emphasize it, he slipped and flew back, literarily, his hair wildly flying around, feet up and he was down with a thud that sounded like pos falling on marbled floor.
Ouch, that will hurt, a lot.
I tried, I really tried to control my hysterical laughter that swelled me like a balloon but all the restrictions went in vain and combusted at the spot. Lying/rolling on the floor, with tears down my face. Alex was sitting next to me with having his own fits of laughter.
Why wouldn’t he be laughing? He just saw a live scene Tom and Jerry style.
“OMG! Ar-are you o-ha-okay?” I asked still trying to control another wave of laughter that begged to be out.
Hr grumbled and rubbed his back of head. I crawled towards him and hovered above it.
I giggled and rubbed his arm that was red, no doubt from the impact of torture of his whole body weight.
“that’s what you get for not agreeing with me.” I concluded his fall and dragged him on the couch.
“that’s not true.” He complained and I rubbed his back.
“yes it is, let me get you an ice pack.” I said and made my way to the kitchen.
I opened the fridge and grabbed two ice packs and made my way towards the living room.
Alex was standing, his hands on Xavier’s knees and he watching his father curiously. Xavier kissed Alex and grunted from pain.
Xavier was shirtless with only his blue jeans on, he looked appetizing even in pain.
I moved at the back of the couch and touched his back and pushed it gently. He grunted and moved forward. I gasped as I saw his back.
It was red and had purple bruises forming on his back. I guess he hit his back pretty hard and there were few cuts too. I was just thinking from where he got them. I glanced at the floor only to see Alex toys sprawled on the floor and the reason of cuts on Xavier’s back.
“Is it bad?” he gritted out and bit my lip feeling guilty for laughing at him.
“yeah.” I replied and nodded my head.
“Great.” He muttered and I traced my fingers on the fresh wounds, unconsciously.
He flinched and I retreated my hand hurriedly, afraid that I inflicted pain.
“Sorry, let me get the aid kit.”I offered and moved towards the bathroom. I opened the cabinet and pulled out the kit and came in the living room.
I sat beside Xavier and he turned around to assist me. I took a deep breath and pour some spirit on a cotton ball and bought it near the biggest gash on his handsome back.
“This may hurt.” I said and dapped the ball on his back and he hissed. I blew air on it to ease his pain.
I flinched and felt my skin being covered with Goosebumps. “sorry.” I said and started to move the ball around his back. I cleaned him up and put some soothing cream on his back.
He relaxed and I gathered everything together. I threw the used material in trash and put everything away. I washed my hands and made some coffee for both of us. I grabbed the cups and gave one to Xavier when I came back in the room.
Alex was still looking at his Dad curiously and I picked him up and sat near Xavier.
“Al dad got a boo boo.” I told Alex in a baby voice and pointed my finger at Xavier.
“booey.” Alex said scrunching his face and looked at Xavier with sad eyes.
“Yes daddy got a boo boo.” Xavier pretended to cry and hugged Alex and made crying sounds. Alex patted his head and wrapped his chubby arms around Xavier and made soft sounds, just like the way I do when he cries.
I smiled and kissed Alex’s head and he had death grip around Xavier’s neck.
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I walked around the house, preparing for Alex birthday party that was in the evening. I cleaned my apartment and put banner on the walls.
Even if I had it in my house, I still wanted my baby’s birthday to be as perfect as possible. I totally despised the idea of booking a hall for birthdays.
I think of it as a advertisement of your privacy and misuse of your recourses.
I want birthdays to be sacred and each and every memory to be painted with the colors I can carve.
Simplicity shows purity and it gives me satisfaction, which I won’t trade for anything.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts and I made my way towards it. I opened the door to find my dad with his hands full of supplies.
“You look like a late Santa.” I commented and he put down the bags so I was able to see his face, he had a soft glare on his face and childish pout.
“You are on the naughty list; I am here for my grad son.” He played along and I grabbed few of bags to help him.
“your grandson is asleep, thankfully and so, you have to deal with a nightly kid.” I replied and started to separate things from the bag and take out pumps and balloons bags.
“unfortunately.” He sighed out and I glared at my dad.
“I came before him dad.” I reasoned and my dad chuckled at me.
“unfortunately.” He sighed out again and I huffed.
I turned around facing the wall decorated with pictures of Alex and crossed my arms on my chest. I stomped my foot and pouted my lips childishly.
I heard my dad laugh and I shook my head. I sensed him near and suddenly I was attacked with his finger that threatened to tickle the life out of me.
I shrieked and started to pry his hands off; in return he tickled my neck. I wheezed out laughs after laughs and squirmed on the floor with my dad tickling me.
“Daddy stop.” I laughed out and squirmed on the floor.
“First say I am the best dad ever and you love Me.” he cooed me and I tried to form the sentence between my hysterical.
“ok-ay. Haha, you ar-e t-the be-st Da-Dad E-ver.” I said breaking my sentence due to laughter.
He stopped and I curled into a fetal, soothing my strained muscles due to my laughter.
“you are horrible dad.” I said breathless and rubbed my sides.
“but you love me.” he sand and I heard him shuffling through the bags.
“true.” I agreed and sat up to see him carrying a box my way. I raised my eye brow at the box and my dad sat in front of me and gave me the box.
“This is a token from me.” he explained lovingly and smiled my way. I smiled back.
“You didn’t have to do dad.” I said softly and placed my hands on the wrapper.
I wonder what he bought me.
“Oh come on, I had to. You have been a brave girl and I had to give you something to appreciate my baby girl.” He said waving his hands ad leaned in o kiss my forehead.
“I love you dad and thank you.” I said softly and began to tug the wrapper off and take the box out.
“I am surprised Alex did not wake up from out laughter.” Dad said surprised and I smiled at him.
“Yeah he is developing his family genes of heavy sleeping.” I explained while nodding my head.
I opened the box and gasped in glee
In it was the most beautiful dress I have ever seen. It was simple and so classy, I loved it.
“Oh dad its beautiful.” I said happily and hugged my dad. He chuckled and patted my back.
“I knew you would like it.” He said and I took the dress out.
It was a cream colored lace dress with a V neck line and zipped back. It was sleeveless and flowed till a little above my knee.
“Thank you dad.” I said again.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get back to work now.” He said happily and started to fill the balloons up.
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So after a lot of days finally I got the chance to complete it. Sorry if it took long. I don’t want to wine but I had test all this week because my A level papers are up in two months. I will try to update as soon as possible and there will be twists, don’t worry.
I want to thank you all for reading this book. Please be a darling and vote, comment and follow me too.
Thank you.
Love,
Aliza.