Birthday Surprise To Wife Novels & Stories

With the white melted chocolate, I slowly wrote down the name and the birthday wish on the Cake— Happy Birthday, Yolanda. As I worked on the cake, the vision of the middle-aged man coming here to order this cake for his wife flashed in front of my eyes. He'd specifically given the details of how he wanted the cake to look. This was an incident from a few days ago—I and Eliot both had seen, how excited he was to surprise his wife. Not everyone has the fortune of having such a caring partner but at least, a few had and this proved that the world wasn't really that bad of a place.

Trish playfully slapped her husband's arm as she fought back tears. “I hate you! I really thought you were working,” she said as she hugged Jacob. “Shh, don't worry. Every Sunday will be our bonding time as a couple; no work allowed, okay?” Trish nodded as she hugged her husband tightly. I looked at Trishana, and she winked at me with a big smile on her face. She then showed me the cake she was holding, Trisha and my favorite cake! “Happy wedding anniversary, Mom and Dad! Actually, Dad and Uncle Jacob planned this surprise,” she said.

In the picture, my wife, Phoebe Reese, was wearing a skimpy black lace nightgown, holding the roses I sent her with a seductive smile on her face. And behind her was the shadow of a man. For a second, I couldn't feel anything. Was Phoebe cheating on me…? Was she so stir-crazy from me being gone that she found someone else? A hot wave of anger hit me hard. I gritted my teeth and called Phoebe. The phone rang forever before she finally picked up. "Why are you calling so late? What do you need?" Her breathing sounded uneven, like she had just worked out. "Phoebe, happy birthday. Did you get the flowers I sent?"

As I wiped the pollen off my skin with a wet wipe, I shook my head and replied, "It was on sale, so I bought it." He eased up right away with a half-smile. "You sneakily munch on this sugary stuff all the time. No wonder you gained weight." We had been married for five years. Charles never cared about my birthday, but he remembered every little special thing about Avery Simpson. I would have felt wronged and argued with him in the past, but now I could not be bothered to say a single word.

It's your first. "It's your first birthday with me and I'm probably more excited than you are. I really hope that you like my tiny attempts to make this birthday special and I hope to be by your side for all the upcoming ones. Happy Birthday! With Love, Your Wife." I interrupted and finished the letter by myself, moving closer to him and wrapping my hands around his neck. His lips were stretched into a beautiful smile and I couldn't stop mine from making an appearance.

Seeing it was past 12'o clock, she turned to the man and gave him a kiss. "This is my birthday gift. Happy Birthday, husband. I wished you endless happiness and healthy life." Javier was stunned. He forgot that it was his birthday. A burst of warmth, sourness, and pleasure stirred in his heart. His wife must have been thinking for a long time on how to celebrate and surprised him on his birthday. Suzie's effort was explicitly telling Javier how important he was to her. This made Javier filled with happiness. How long had it been since someone greet him warmly and celebrate his birthday with him?

I was not old school but I did not run myself dry trying to prove I am up to date through my appearance when I could speak and you would find out. “Actually, my wife’s birthday is coming up soon. I just decided to surprise her.” He turned to me, sincerity and genuineness dancing in his eyes and my heart hammered against my chest, afraid to return his gesture and at the same time, wanting to play my part well. It was true, my kids’ birthday was the first and after the week, it would be mine. I mustered a smile even though I knew it didn't reach my face. He squeezed my hand before turning to Amanda who narrowed her eyes on our entwined hands.

Today marked our Seventh anniversary, and my husband's birthday—Oh! The big seven. Seven years of doing life together. I wanted this day to be special, so I decided to surprise him. I went into his room, holding a cake, and singing the happy birthday song for him. He blinked open his eyes. "Happy birthday, my love, and happy anniversary to us," I said, stretching out the cake to him, "Make a wish, baby, and blow off your candles." He sized me from up to down and sighed.

He was still deep asleep. A smile then got plastered on her face as she remembered today was a special day for him. Her husband. Today was his birthday. He was 27 today. She smiled and wished him internally nothing but the absolute best for him. With that she rushed to the bathroom and did her business before running out of the room and into the kitchen to surprise him with a birthday breakfast.

I never in my life thought that one day, my birthday will be graced by such people. As I was walking down the staircase with my husband, every eye was on us and everyone was clapping too. I couldn't help but feel shy and happy at the same time. Shy because of the eyes that are staring at me. Happy because I got to celebrate my twenty-first birthday with my family. Three months ago, I thought that I'd lost my husband. I thought that I've lost my grandfather too. I thought I would never celebrate my twenty-first birthday with them. Having them with me at my birthday party is the best gift I could ever ask for.