Dave Strider Birthday Novels & Stories

“… This baby is due.” “Around March twentieth.” “Oh. Really?” “Yeah. Give or take a week. Due weeks are the new due days, I’ve been told.” “March twentieth. That’s a good date.” “It’s close to my birthday,” he says and it hits me that I don’t even know when his birthday is. I’ve known Jim for years, but I don’t really know him. “When is your birthday?” “March seventeenth,” he answers. “Mine is—” “December first,” he finishes. “I remember.”

“Well, I’m guessing October and March are probably right. Because no other numbers really sound like zero or three. So, who has birthdays in October and March that would have anything at all to do with this place?” “Aaron? Your sister?” Dax offered. “I have no idea when Aaron’s birthday is,” Cassidy admitted. “And Cadence’s birthday is in September. But…” she wracked her brain trying to come up with who else might be important enough to have their birthdays be the code. “Wait a minute! This place has been here since before my dad was born.” “So?” Dax asked, looking at her in confusion. “So… it might not be Aaron’s and Cadence’s birthdays—it might be, my grandparents’ birthdays! October 29 wa

Just tapped his fingers on the wheel while the radio played something soft in the background. I stared at his profile. Same sharp jawline. Same thick lashes. But older. Stronger. More guarded. He wasn’t the boy who gave me lollipops for lunch anymore. He was Leo freaking Santiago. And I was in his car. Wearing his jacket. Holding his champagne glass. Fake dating him. Somehow remembering the real him. My phone buzzed. It was an unknown caller. I frowned and picked up.