Alpha Maximus
Everyone cheers, shouts and applauds.
We all eat, drink and dance until Beth enters the hall pushing a food trolley with a beautiful large purple three-tiered cake on top, covered in butterflies made from fondue. Micah stands behind me and wraps his arms around my waist as everyone sings Happy Birthday. I blow out the candles, ‘Make a wish,’ Micah whispers in my ear.
‘Why make a wish when I have everything I could ever wish for right here?’ I smile.
Micah kisses my cheek, and I cut the cake. We take a slice each and playfully take a bite from each other’s slice.