Novel & Cerita Happy Birthday James Cake

“If you keep that up, the guys are all going to expect something when it’s their birthdays.” Jenna smiled. “What’s wrong with that? Everybody likes to feel special on their birthdays.” “Yeah, Jake, Omen can be very glad he gets more than one,” James said. It took him back to that day James had shared his one cupcake and he smiled to hide the emotion storming in his heart. “He can be glad he gets anything at all. My point is, we’re not part of the Warriors, you don’t have to do shit like this,” he said.

It was a modest six-inch cake, slightly tilted on one side and a little lopsided. “I was a bit rushed, and I still have a long way to go with baking,” I said, placing the cake down. “So it’s not exactly fancy or anything…” Then I looked at him. “Happy birthday, Ajax.” He stared at me. I could see the surprise on his face—like he was trying to figure out how on earth I knew today was his birthday.

I can see James keeps on staring at the shop. "Honey?" I sounded but he didn't budge. "Hon," I repeated but his eyes were focused on the shop. "James, are you alright?" I knock off. He budge and look at me. "Hmmn." He replied briefly. "Honey, is there something you want to do? You can tell me while we are here." I told him. "I want to buy sweet, spicy crab and a blueberry cheesecake if you don't mind." He muttered hesitantly. I laugh at how childish he is!

He grabbed the cake box and opened it in front of me. It was a two-tier cake. The lower part looked mocha brown, cream fondant covered the smaller layer, and written in thin icing was a short but cute greeting: " HAPPY 26th, MYKAELA! Much love, M " My cheeks warmed up at the note. My breathing went choppy as I stood beside him, just staring at the cake like an idiot, like I suddenly forgot how to speak. "What's it say?" In just seconds, Mommy had already placed the cake on the dinner table. "So sweet." She smiled faintly at the birthday greeting. "You two are just so cute."

From James. It was a photo. A ridiculous, blurry selfie of him making a cross-eyed face, with a massive, lopsided chocolate cake in the foreground. The caption read: Emergency post-disaster rations acquired. This cake is so big it needs its own zip code. Feeling unfairly victorious over it. You okay? A laugh, wet and hiccuping, broke from me. It was so normal. So silly. So utterly devoid of the layered, poisonous drama of this house. He wasn’t asking for explanations. He was just… there. Throwing a lifeline made of sugar and bad jokes.

It was already Saturday, James’ birthday. I woke up at seven A.M. The sun was shining brightly, but I knew that it was cold outside. The rays of sun sneaked into my room. I was lying a little bit more, facing the sun. Then I decided to call James. I was still sleepy, but he wouldn’t mind. Then he answered the call. “Hey!” he said. “Happy Birthday! Wish you all the best! Be happy and stay healthy. Never give up and follow your dreams. Wish you the pure love and true friends!” I said.

Elijah must be feeling immeasurable amount of pain in his heart. The girl closed her eyes and furrowed her brows, thinking for a long while. A moment later, she opened her eyes, then looked steadily at Jameson. “Help me find a cake shop. “I want to celebrate his birthday.” Jameson shook his head. “He won’t.” “But his sister would definitely have hoped that he would celebrate his birthday properly.”

Even the table cloths are white and floral, it's a picture perfect bakery. Zack emerges from the kitchen with two plates of mouth watering chocolate cake on them, followed by James, he hasn't changed one bit, except for his eyes that now hold the same innocence as his sisters instead of the malice that it held when I last saw him. He looks so happy and at peace, which is a welcomed change from the asshole he was two years ago.

Nothing James did made her feel small. The distance between them grew thinner as James tightened his embrace. Their foreheads touched each other. The tip of their noses sometimes rubbed. Even the puffs of breath that caressed each other's faces. "Happy birthday, my wife, Liliana Bertha," James whispered softly. "Thank you for being a constant star in my dark life." Just as Lily was about to reply to James, the door to her room opened as her three children rushed in. There was no cake with candles because Lily didn't like that. But their screams and happy eyes meant much more than a sugar-covered cake and pretty decorations.

Late July, James’s second birthday fell on a Thursday in late July. Unlike Charlotte’s elaborate parties, they kept James’s celebration small just family and close friends, backyard gathering, simple cake. “He won’t remember this anyway,” Seraphine said while setting up. “No need for extravagance.” “Charlotte will remember and judge us for giving James a smaller party than she got,” Damien observed, arranging chairs. “Charlotte got a small party at two also. Her big parties started at three when she could actually appreciate them.”