A poem

Salvatore's POV

“What are you…” I stood there staring at Sofia. The question didn't seem to come out, as I wondered when and why they had done all this. I don't celebrate my birthday, but it wasn't even my birthday.

“What's going on?” I asked and Enzo was the one who replied very quickly,

“We wanted to surprise you, so we baked a cake and cooked so many dishes. Do you like it?” A wide smile on his face caused me to look around.

“You both did all these?” I asked in surprise,

“Mimi and Madam Cassie helped too” Enzo added.

Sofia, who was already at her feet, stared at her feet like they were the most interesting things to look at the moment.

“Do you like it, father?” Enzo asked, and I nodded before placing a kiss on his cheeks,

“Yes, I like it” I answered. He giggled excitedly.

“I told you father would like it. And you were so scared for nothing” Enzo said to Sofia as he wiggled out of my grip

“What should we do first?” He asked as he walked over to the cake. His eyes were on the ca