Revenge, Best Served in Codes
“It has icing. Beneath it is a little brown round structure made with flour, milk, sugar, butter...”
“I know what a cake is, Layla!” I yanked the blanket off me and jumped off the bed. “My question is, what are you doing in here with a motherfucking cake?”
Leo stirred and the next moment, fluttered his eyes open.
“Happy birthday, baby,” the frown on my face relaxed, replaced by a sweet smile for my boy.
Returning my attention to Layla, the hard frown returned. “You and your cake should get the fuck out of this room.”