Don T Text Your Ex Happy Birthday Novels & Stories

He was about to demand her attention when his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. Steering the car with one hand, he used his free hand to get his phone from his pocket, grinning like a fool when he saw it was a text message from her. His eyes darted over to her, and she was still staring out the window, her fingers fiddling with the straps of her bag. He opened the text: Babe, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. It should’ve been the first thing I said to you, but Sir Crabbiness had to pick a fight with me. Anyway, you know if the world was mine, I would place it at your feet.

I tucked the check away and grabbed my phone, opening the pinned chat. Before the party, I'd sent a simple text: [Kind of miss you.] Six replies. Five hours ago: [Miss you too.] Four hours ago: [Heading to practice.] Three hours ago: [Actually, I don't mind being interrupted during practice.] Two hours ago: [They told me it's your birthday.] One hour ago: [Happy birthday.] Just now: [I'm coming to see you.]

Austin says and I give them a small smile “I know and thank you for everything, I love you boys so much” I say a tear falling freely. After that, we ate, played games and basically just celebrated my birthday. I texted Ethan a quick apology explaining everything that happened. He apologized for forgetting my birthday which felt unnecessary since I also forgot. I was given the day off to celebrate. The perks of being married to the boss are endless.

“Thank you, you remember that today is my birthday. But, why did you have to send me congratulations from my old cell phone? I'm touched by your surprise this time honey! Thank you!" I didn't refuse Damian's huge, because that's natural, isn't it? However, I clearly don't remember when Damian's birthday is. In fact, I didn't even text the guy. Come on, I also just met Damian because of what happened to me. I just don't have time to know the old number. Too much time wasted on that nothing special. But, because it was Damian's birthday. I didn't want to spoil the guy's mood, so I went along with it as best I could.

Payton said. "Guys this is awful my father didn't even text or phoned me yet," I said with a sad voice I know don't like my birthday but that doesn't mean I don't like when the people I love call or text me. "Why?" They asked together. "Because my father never forgets my birthday and Jason always phones me but no one has texted so far and Martin didn't even wish me a happy birthday." "They are probably busy," Payton said. "Is Jackson home?" I asked.

What the hell am I doing here? It’s ten minutes till the lunch break is over so I wait with no idea what I’m waiting for. I bring out my phone and send a text to Ben. There’s no reply but I type up another cheesy message. Me: I’m happy I woke up next to you. Me: My love for you is like an exponent. It’s always going up.

I was careful, I didn't dare to make a move or a sound. My heart ached seeing him so tired. My phone buzzed with a text and I reached for it cautiously. My brows furrowed in confusion as I saw my father's contact with an unread text above it. He and I haven't spoken in weeks…why bother send me a text when we both practically cut ties with one another? I opened his text and became even more confused. It was an invitation to his 58th birthday. It said invite only, and he just sent one for Roman and I.

"Ohhh..ohh..yes yes yes..of course! I'm sorry .i'm just super excited to talk to you..! " "Baby before my phone dies, i wanna say that i'm sorry for last..i .i didn't know that my uncle was preparing a surprise birthday for me at the end,because he wasn't there for my birthday..So..so we got a little wasted last night..and im not feeling well ..with this hangover..i just need to rest a little bit more..i hope that you un.." DISCONNECTED. Fuck it! That fucking phone died! Grrr!

SEAN BENETT. “Sorry amico. Can’t make it to your all-white yacht birthday party today but I’ll definitely be there for the club one. I've got something I know you'll like so look forward to tonight. Happy birthday.” I stared at the text a second longer after I hit send, then cursed under my breath and tossed the phone on the brown bedroom couch. “Fuck!” The word came out loaded with annoyance, another curse word scraped the back of my throat.

I hadn’t even replied to the handful of birthday texts that felt more like reminders of who wasn’t reaching out. No call from Hayes. No video message. No surprise flowers. Nothing. He was on a business trip, yes, and he’d texted me a short “Happy birthday, babe" at exactly 12:01 AM. But that was it. No warmth. No depth. No real effort. And maybe that was what stung the most. I was twenty four today. I thought I’d feel more… alive. But the only thing I felt was heavy. Like something inside me had been quietly deflating since morning.