Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne Birthday

Another year without a mate. Growing up, having my birthday on the Winter Solstice was always fun. I got extra presents, and it was as if everyone was celebrating my birthday, even though they were really just celebrating that the days would get longer again. But in my innocence as a child, it seemed, of course, that it was mainly about me. Now, at 25, and still mateless, it was less exciting. Now, I dreaded the holiday, and dreaded my birthday. It didn’t help that this year, my best friend, my future beta, Damien, had found his mate only weeks ago — a witch named Veronica — and they were joined at the hip now.

Damien turned from the man and grunted, "Welcome." ******* His mind wasn't particularly present as he walked the hallways of the hospital. He had quite a lot to do. Planning the ceremony, deciding who was expected and what ruling families were to be invited...he scowled just thinking about the work he had to do when he got back. The work he was putting off to see her and spend time with her. Not...putting off. More like running away from to get a moment of reprieve. He'd had a damn long day.

Too close to reschedule anything else around it. “Everything will be ready within the hour,” his head of security said, falling into step beside him. “Weather is clear. Clearance confirmed.” Damian nodded. “Good.” He dismissed the man with a flick of his fingers and wheeled himself closer to the jet, gaze lifting briefly to the open door. He should have felt focused. Strategic. Instead, a different thought surfaced, uninvited. Six. The boy would be six. The realization landed oddly in his chest. He had missed five birthdays already. Not that it mattered. He wasn’t part of that world. He had no claim to milestones or candles or wishes whispered over cake.

Ashley came in, placed a tray of muffins and a milkshake in front of Anton and left. "Thanks," he said and popped half a muffin into his mouth. "I need your help planning a birthday party for Damian... a surprise birthday party." "Oh." I thumped my forehead with the heel of my hand. "I've been so caught up in things that I've forgotten. It's in a week, isn't it?" "Uh-huh. I've been brooding over the idea for a while now, and then last night, I just got a brainwave. I realized that you, Damian's wife, are like the most talked about, the most sought-after event planner in the city-"

I said. “Which one is still missing?” He asked. “My 27th birthday.” I replied. I could see apprehension on Damien's face. “So your 27th birthday isn’t a memory I took away, but I can show you it from my point of view… In fact, I would be happy to show you.” He said.

I replied unsure of how he knew it was my birthday. Just then one of the doors opened and Damian came in holding a beautiful birthday cake. I couldn't tell which was more beautiful him or the cake. he was wearing a blue jeans and an unbuttoned short sleeve white shirt. clearing revealing his broad chest and abs. seeing him standing made me have a flash back of all the times we have cuddled. He looked like he has just been dipped into a hot sauce. how I want long kiss those thick full lips and be wrapped up in his strong steady hands.

Now, he truly believed that Aria and he were twins. “Bro, I don’t know what to say, but guess what, I was planning to have my wedding on the exact same date. I hadn’t told anyone, not even my wife!” Damian was shocked upon hearing that, “Maybe it is just a coincidence.” He looked at Lucas and continued, “We can reschedule our wedding. I will explain to my wife, and I am sure that she will understand.” “No, there is no need for that. Actually, I have a plan, but it will have to stay between us.” Lucas said.

Why was he being so nice to me? More than half a month passed in the blink of an eye. On a certain morning, I woke up to Damion walking into the room with a cake in his hand. It was only when I recognized the words “Happy Birthday” traced crookedly on the cake that I remembered it was my birthday. I hadn’t celebrated my birthday since my mother passed away, and Noah never kept track of something he considered to be frivolous. How did Damion know it was my birthday? “Come on, give it a taste.”

“You know I don’t want that, Damon. It will only bring you problems… the people.” “You’ll know on a specific day,” he replied. I blinked, “What specific day? What are you planning?” I asked. His expression shifted, and I could sense the flicker of emotion changing in his eyes. “Rora… you forgot my birthday. It’s like you forgot my whole existence when you left.” he said, his voice tight. My mouth parted in shock. “No… Damon, I didn’t forget. Your birthday is July 20th. What day is it now? I can’t keep track of time in this palace.” I said, looking around the dimly lit room.

She’d been hearing about his birthday for weeks now, and though she loved seeing him this excited, she also found it amusing how much it meant to him. “Yeah,” Damien grinned. “I feel like it’s never going to come. But when it does, it’s going to be epic. My parents are planning something big. I can’t wait.” Matilda raised an eyebrow. “You nervous?” Damien hesitated for a second, thinking about the question. “A little, I guess. I mean, eighteen—it’s kind of a big deal, right? Adulthood, responsibilities, all that stuff. But mostly, I’m just excited.”