Grumpy Old Man Happy Birthday Novels & Stories

The smirk on his face was back as he hummed lowly under his breath, his eyes glinting under the low lighting of the room. ---------------- "Happy birthday, Gramps." Ayla hugged the old man as she wished him with a beaming smile which could light up the whole room. The clock had struck twelve a couple of seconds ago and it was now just the family member who filled up the hall. All of the guests had half an hour ago after filling up their bellies and passing along their wishes and gifts to the old man who seemed to care less about their pretentious personalities and fake smiles. Now that it was just family, he seemed to have relaxed down a bit but even that didn't help in bringing down the ten

*Take a big bite out of life- HAPPY BIRTHDAY* I chuckle and run my thumb over the left side of the card where grandma had a small written inscription in black ink. Izzy, Happy Birthday my sweet boy. You have become such an amazing grown man who I am proud to call my grandson. I've worried about you since you were little, thinking you would have no one but me for a long time. I can’t tell you how glad I am that you have someone like Faith. She is a rarity, so don’t screw it up. I’m proud of you for allowing your dad to make amends. It’s a relief to see this side of him, as I know now you have yet another person to take care of you. I love you, and I am always here for you.

“I want a happy birthday song.” He stole a glance at me. “Why? Is it your birthday today?” I shook my head. “No.” I could hear him let out a deep sigh. “Then why do you want a birthday song?” “Because I’m happy!” I answered a tad louder. Phraser shook his head in disbelief. “No. You’re drunk.” “I’m happy!” I insisted. He chuckled. “Oh, yeah? Then why’s that?” “Because you’re not being an ass and we’re having a good time.” I could hear him say something but my eyes were too tired to remain open.

"Yes you resemble your grandfather when he was your age, I am your mum's Godfather so you are my grandchild." the old man said to Damien, the old man was lost in thought for a while and said, "I wish my little Maria is here with us I miss her charm, she was full of life but she was taken away from us." "I am here old man" We heard Aunt Maria behind us, the old man turned his back to where the voice is coming from. Is this the plan these crazy women claim they have? She run into his arm and hugged him," Happy birthday old man, I miss you too" she said with tears in her eyes.

"I want to start by apologizing for dragging you all out here today. I know you have lives...duties far more important than listening to me ramble on like some sentimental old man." A few chuckles rippled through the crowd, exactly the reaction I’d aimed for. I smiled, slow and practiced, letting the warmth bleed into my tone. "But today’s a little different. It’s my birthday tomorrow. And before you start groaning, yes, I know, I don’t look a day over twenty-five."

He teased, chuckling a bit. “I’m the assisting celebrant. Did that elude you?” “Hahaha! Okay, okay, you win. What do you have for the old man?” “Old man? Come on, you’re not even forty yet.” “May, anything older than twenty-five is already considered old age by me. Oh, I forgot, I’m the old one here. As for you, you’re still basking in the joy of youthfulness.” The conversation was getting longer than planned and Marilyn was already shooting me a funny look, but that only made me let out a loud laugh.

January 1, 1978 ​Nineteen years old and I finally meet the man my father would rather have his lips sewn shut than talk about. That man is my grandfather. Hours ago, he showed up—not for the New Year, but for my birthday. And he is not welcome, despite the sick car he parked just outside our small apartment.

I mirror his expression also shocked at my outburst. “Dera- “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m so sorry.” I continue to apologize while he pulls me into a comforting embrace. “We won’t do anything ok? I’m sorry for pushing it.” He continues to mutter soothing words to me while I struggled to keep the tears at bay. I always get grumpy on my birthday mainly because I had no family to celebrate with but now I have Dami and Damola to celebrate with so I should be grateful, I am grateful. How can I not be?

Today was his 77th birthday and they were throwing a party just within family. “We would never miss your birthday party for anything, Grandfather.” Sebastian responded in a light tone, pulling the man into a hug. “Happy birthday, Grandfather.” He whispered with a small smile pulling away. “Happy birthday, Grandfather.” Kaira said, pecking his cheeks. “Thank you, Kaira.” He responded with a warm smile. She beamed at him, handing him a small package. He glanced at her curiously, before opening to reveal it’s content. A limited edition watch was inside the small box.

Grandpa Walton muttered, with the intention to make Ivy shake off any uneasy feelings. ‎She smiled heartily. Grandpa Walton always had her back. “Happy 89th birthday Grandpa.” She muttered. “Thank you my darling.” Grandpa beamed. Then James came in with the gift she had bought for him. “Here Grandpa, Happy belated birthday once again. Continue to grow younger and stay in abundance of health.” She bellowed, hugging Grandpa Walton once again. ‎Gently, she held him up from where he sat, to the dining table where the whole family would be eating together.