Happy Birthday Nick Novels & Stories

Then the music started. A soft rhythm filled the air, blending with the saxophone’s tune. One of the men began to sing in a mellow voice, calling out my name and wishing me a happy birthday. I blinked, my birthday? For a brief moment, I stood still, trying to recall the date. My mind was blank until it hit me: it was my birthday. I had completely forgotten. Between surgeries, appointments, and Ava, I hadn’t realized the day had come. Nikky stepped forward, smiling like a model walking a runway. She lifted a small white box wrapped in golden ribbon. “Happy birthday, my love,” she shouted, her voice echoing through the crowd. “You didn’t think I’d forget, did you?”

“ Come here sweetheart. I still have to give you my birthday present.” I sat on the bed and scooted up until I was leaning on the headboard. “ Tank, come here.” I say slapping the bed beside me. “ I want you closer.” Tank gets beside me and pulls me to him. I’m laying on his chest looking up at him. “ Tank, you didn’t need to get me anything for my birthday. Having you in my life is all I need.” I think about it for a second. “ Well there is one thing you could give me. It could be my present.” I smiled at him. “ And what would that be?” Tank asks. I answer simply “ Your name.” He laughs “ All you want for your birthday is my name?” “ Yep” I say, popping the p. “ It is Nicholas Tramane.” I r

I asked annoyed. “Do you want a list?” Nick scoffed, "Well, I assure you that when it’s my friend’s birthday, the most I can do for her is to give her a record and that.” he paused, leaning over to whisper the rest, "it's because I have a fifteen percent discount on the merchandise.” "She already has all the records she wants.” I said nervously. "That's right.” Nick agreed, "but that's because you've given them all away without having an important date involved.”

“I know you miss them. You, Sai, and Margot were an inseparable lot. Good to have the three you in the same room together again after all these years.” Nick didn’t answer. He looked over at the stage, watching Blaze and his band set up their instruments. “What do you want to drink?” Tyler asked. “Coke,” he replied curtly. “Seriously?” Tyler sounded abhorred. “Yeah. I have to drive. I made plans after this. And we’re leaving soon. You know I don’t celebrate birthdays anymore,” Nick replied. His voice was hard, his face was stoic and it got me curious as to why his mood changed. Moreover, it was the second time I heard him say he didn’t celebrate his birthdays anymore and I wondered why.

“But yes, I did order her a cake in advance. Did the bakery mix up the date?” Everyone was still confused when the delivery guy suddenly called out loudly, “Is Mia Larson here? The recipient is Mia Larson. This cake is from your aunt, Zoe Larson. She asked me to tell you that she knows today has been really hard for you, but she doesn’t want you to dwell in sadness. She’s grateful you came into this world and wishes you a happy birthday!” The living room fell silent. Everyone turned to look at Mia. For once, Nick’s expression showed a hint of guilt. Awkwardly, he said, “It’s your birthday today? Why didn’t you tell me?”

The door flung open, as Nick entered. "Happy anniversary.”He raised the basket in his hand up in the air, as he approached me. What? Anniversary? Oh, my! How the hell did I forget, today makes it one year since my marriage with Ariel. The flash of my dream recurred in my mind as I shook my head. "Nick, thank you for remembering. It really means a lot to me.”I quickly said, setting my phone on the table. He rolled his eyes, as he sat. "Well, I didn't remember, not until I collected this basket from your driver. It was from Ariel, and has the label of Happy anniversary. Instantly, I remembered it was already one year. Wow., How time flies.”He commented, as he handed over the basket to me.

"Not everything right now. We have the rest of our lives to get to know all of that." I nod at them and then flash them a smile. "I don't even know your guys' birthday." "New Years." Antonio answers against my neck. "What year?" I ask them. "Nineteen-seventy-three." I look up at Nicholas with wide eyes. He laughs at me. "I'm kidding. We are thirty-one. We were born in nineteen-ninety." I nod and relax back into my seat, and against Antonio. "What's your guys' favorite color?"

Though I doubted it be as effective as his own revenge driven forces, it would do enough to settle the waters for the time being. “Are you… weirded out?” Nicholas asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. I shook my head and gave him a reassuring smile, “It’s kind of hard to believe, but I’m definitely not weirded out.” His eyes were nervous for a moment, searching mine desperately until I placed my hand on his and rubbed my thumb against his skin. That seemed to calm him down slightly and he smiled and then asked, “So, when is your birthday?”

“Haha, alright, I’ll leave all the seafood to you people tonight.” Nolan fetched Daisie and Colton some dishes during the meal, and Daisie turned to look at him. “Daddy, the day after tomorrow is your birthday, so I want to wish you a happy birthday in advance.” He was surprised, froze for a split second, and then smiled. “Well, thank you, Daisie.” Nicholas said to the two rugrats, “It’s been a long time since your father last celebrated his birthday. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief now as you guys will be celebrating it with him this year.”

The room was small but had a dresser, a twin bed, and an ensuite. "I can get you a bag with personal care products and if you need clothes there's a room full of items that are donated by the other pack members. I can take you there if you like?" Glancing down at the only items of clothing that I owned now I bobbed my head. "Yeah, all my other things were burned in a fire," I mumbled bitterly. "Shit happens," Nick blurted, causing me to eye him. "How old are you?" Nick grinned and said, "I just turned twenty, my birthday was last week." Shocked, I asked him how old his dad was.