Novel & Cerita Happy Birthday James Cake

James' smile was wider when he finally heard her beautiful, soft voice. "You're speaking now!" said James, grinning. Delilah was so sullen to hear him. "What are you doing, Candy?" James asked again. "Nothing; I'm just trying Lorde's cheesecake." James's eyebrows rose, and his eyes then glimpsed at the piece of cheesecake in front of him. "You have to try it. Lordes is good at making cakes," James replied again. Delilah just mumbled quietly. James still had the phone to his ear with the side of his head pressed against the plane window.

A familiar voice called out, making me skid to a stop. James, our Head Beta's son, jogged over with that easy smile that had half the pack swooning. "Happy birthday!" "Thanks," I said, tucking a strand of dark hair behind my ear. "But I'm really late..." "I know, I know. But here." He thrust a small wrapped package into my hands. "Open it later yeah?" I clutched the gift, warmth spreading through my chest. James had been nothing but kind to me since his mate died two years ago, and sometimes I caught myself wondering if...

We made our way to the table, cleaning our faces off and still laughing. Becca said, "That was so much fun! I got you first, James." She laughed, causing me to beam at her and take a bite of my cake. As I suspected, it was delicious, with a creamy strawberry frosting that lit up my tastebuds with just the right amount of sweetness.

After that, she thought for a while and added, "I like everything tonight." How could she not like it? Everything he had done for her today had been surprises, and all of them had touched her heart greatly. "That's good." "James..." "What?" Elizabeth was a little shy to say that, "It was your birthday, but I didn't do anything for you. On the contrary... It was like my birthday..." James smiled, "My silly girl..." "..." "As long as you're here, it's my best birthday gift. Do you understand?" James said, and then continued, "My birthday is not the most important thing. It's making up for your honeymoon that counts.. Do you understand, little idiot?"

Luna guffawed. -James, what? -she said laughing. James's eyes widened as if he was offended. Luna laughed harder. -I thought you were sorry. -Of course, but not now. -She said laughing. -Well, then let me know when you feel it. -She smiled. James stood up from his seat and went to the fridge, pulled out a piece of cake from the same place Luna had taken it earlier and took a big bite. -You know....I'm a great pie maker. -He said smiling as he winked, his mouth full.

"I thought Jenny was dead. I blamed myself. And all the time..." "Dessert!" announces James. "Dessert?" I blink. "For breakfast?" Or was that a mood-breaker? James' expression is guileless. "Special occasion. Apple pancakes. Charlotte, could you fetch the syrup to the table, please." I underestimate you sometimes...

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of the kitchen and the promise of the future, I felt truly content. Hours later, the evening had settled with a soft glow, casting long shadows across the living room where I stood, dressed in a purple lose fitting floral short dress with a cake in my hands that held a secret as sweet as its frosting. My heart was a wild thing in my chest, thumping against my ribs with a mix of nerves and excitement. Suddenly, James walked in, his presence commanding as always, but his eyes softened when he saw me. "Whose birthday are we celebrating because I know for a fact that yours isn't today," he said, a playful smirk on his lips.

It seemed that he wanted to sever all ties with them completely. She looked at Celeste, who had her head down. Soundlessly, her tears fell onto the newly acquired toy car. "Okay." Naomi knew that there was no point in saying no. After achieving his goal, James was prepared to leave. Suddenly, Celeste stood up and ran to him. Mustering all her courage and with tear stains still fresh on her face, she asked, "Mr. James, the day after tomorrow is my birthday. Can you celebrate it with me? Just this once, please."

My breath bottled up in my chest, clinging to some small fraction of hope that maybe one day things wouldn't be so broken between us. “Mom, can you help me bring them out?” She looked to her mom, who got up and walked to the kitchen with Lucy. Moments later, the two of them emerged, Lucy holding a dinosaur cake for Asher and her mom holding an elaborately decorated cake with French macarons and a small pink champagne bottle sticking out of it for me. Everyone sang “Happy Birthday” as Lucy’s mom placed my cake in front of me, with twenty-one slim sparkler candles on top of it. “Happy birthday, dear Asher and Jasmine!” everyone sang out, “Happy birthday to you!”

I took a bite, and she giggled as I fed her some cake as well. For the first time in a long time, I felt my eyes prick with tears. I pulled the both of them to me again. “Where is daddy's cake?” James asked. “Daddy doesn't want to celebrate his birthday this year,” Lila quickly said, and I agreed with her. There was no use of telling them my reasons. They were too young to understand anything yet. “Can we not go to school today then?” Anna asked, and Lila shook her head, making a face.