My Cruel Mate
"Happy Birthday, little Cali,"
"I'm not little anymore," I murmured. He grabbed my hand and took me to the salon, he got a small cake from the table and asked me to blow out the candles. I closed my eyes and wished that my unborn child will be safe, and happy. I stroked his cheek and gave it a simple kiss,
"Thank you, Tristin,"
"You're welcome, smallish Cali,"
"Smallish?"