Happy Birthday Babe Novels & Stories

I can not thank you all enough, it means so much to have so much support and I promise this is only the begining, Happy Reading and Happy Easter for everyone who enjoys chocolate bunnies and colored eggs. All my best <3 DangerBeanz, (Bobbie)

A smile adorned my lips as I read its contents, unveiling a glimmer of optimism amid the uncertainty that loomed. "Hey little thief... I'll be out of the states for a while. I have a meeting to attend and will be back in a few days. Meet Jayden for whatever you need, and I've booked a spa for you. You'll need it, and I hope you appreciate my gift. Happy birthday from me."

“Make a wish, Mabes.” Mable felt warm and cozy inside when she saw the words written on the cake. He wrote, “Happy birthday to my wife, Mabes.” She closed her eyes and pressed her palms together while making a wish. Blair stared at Mable affectionately. If possible, he wanted time to stop in that perfect moment forever. A while later, Mable opened her eyes and blew out the candles. Blair held her and kissed her lips. “Happy birthday, Mabes.”

Shawn said, bringing me out of my thoughts. “What promise?” “We are going to organise a remembrance for Mom when we get back home, and you would be more kind to yourself.” I had no idea what to say, so I nodded. Shawn smiled. He leaned close to me and kissed my forehead. “Happy Birthday, Babes.” I chuckled. “It’s still tomorrow.” “Who cares?” “Aren’t you being too excited about it?” Shawn scoffed. “Wait till we get back and see all what Kay has in store for you.”

I unlocked my phone, and it buzzed to life with a flood of messages from every chat app, all congratulating me on the new drug's successful first phase. Keira had gone wild in the group chats, tagging me nonstop and sending digital gift cards like confetti. But as I scrolled through the flood of praise and flattery, not a spark of joy stirred in me. I stayed in bed for a long time, lost in a haze of thoughts. Finally, I grabbed the divorce papers and dragged myself out of the room. The living room was empty. Keira was nowhere in sight. On the coffee table sat a ticket to a concert by my favorite singer, Tyler Combs. Next to it was a sticky note in her familiar handwriting.

His hand was firm around my waist, guiding me gently as we moved together in perfect rhythm. We were both smiling. “Are you happy?” he asked quietly. “Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “Everyone important to me is here.” “That’s good to hear,” he said. “What about the event? Do you like the theme?” I let out a soft laugh. “Why even ask? This is the most beautiful birthday I’ve ever had. Thank you, hubby. You made my dream come true. I feel like a princess tonight.” I paused, smiling brighter. “I’m going to take so many pictures. I want to remember this forever.”

She beams back at me, "Anytime, Harper. Happy birthday in advance!" On my special day, I wake up to the sweet sound of my mom and Ava singing a heartfelt rendition of "Happy Birthday" in harmony. I sit up in bed, my heart overflowing with joy. "Happy birthday, my dear Harper," my mom says, her smile wide and warm as she holds a delicious-looking birthday cake in her hands. "Thanks, Mom," I replied. She gazes at me affectionately, encouraging me to "Make a wish, baby girl." I close my eyes, make a silent wish, and blow out the candle, feeling the love and warmth in the room.

Special Chapter I "Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you! Happy Birthday, quadruplets!" "Make a wish. Make a wish, kids." "Me first. Me!" Zebe shouted, raising his left hand high, his smile bright and eager.

It was humorous, yet endearing. “...I simply want to wish you a happy birthday, mom. You are the best mom in the world and I couldn't have asked for more. Thank you for being my mom. You're my superhero and my best friend. I know we'll celebrate lots of birthdays together. Mine's coming soon too. We'll be together forever and live happily ever after, mom. Happy birthday once again. I love you…”

As I wiped the pollen off my skin with a wet wipe, I shook my head and replied, "It was on sale, so I bought it." He eased up right away with a half-smile. "You sneakily munch on this sugary stuff all the time. No wonder you gained weight." We had been married for five years. Charles never cared about my birthday, but he remembered every little special thing about Avery Simpson. I would have felt wronged and argued with him in the past, but now I could not be bothered to say a single word.