Jude Bellingham Birthday Novels & Stories

I said and smiled as I looked back at Noah. "You did a good job man. This place looks amazing!" Zane said. "Thanks!" I said as I followed him to where everyone was sitting down. We finally heard back from the elders and they were able to give us the information we were looking for. They found the paperwork and it turns out his birthday is today. October 4th. He turned 12 years old today. I found out two weeks ago. As soon as I found out I began planning his party right away.

His voice is thick with sleep, deep and raspy. "It was nice to have a day that was all fun," I admit. "You really surprised me." "Tough to do, you're always so on top of your stuff," he laughs, and I smile too, wrapping my arms tighter and bringing him closer. "Happy birthday, Juls," he adds, giving me a squeeze, and I smile. "Thanks." "I can't believe you're older than me," he mumbles. "Feels unfair." "When's your birthday again?" "May fourteenth," he sighs. "Not for a while."

There is no tongue involved, but it affects me just the same. A throat clears, “Do you mind releasing my girl?” Jace chuckles as he pulls me away from his friend and straight into his arms. “My bad.,” Jude says as he wipes the corner of his mouth and winks at me, “See you in a few months.” “Oh, wait! My birthday is the very end of August. I would love it if you guys are able to make it back, even if it’s just for the weekend. I’ll understand if you can’t though, I just wanted to let you know.”

She watches the way his jaws thicken and observes his sight on her lips. She recognized him to be Jude Bellingham, the heir to Bellingham corporations and also the young, famous, and influential dancer. He looks more muscular than a normal high schooler but is indeed an epitome of ethereal handsomeness. Slowly, her bad mood was erased and superseded with admiration.

He asked curiously. "Mine." She replied, smiling. "How can you have two birthdays at the same time?" "I wonder. My real birthday is January but my brother celebrates it for me every 7th of July. He called it my special birthday from him and that's how it has been over the years now. I keep on forgetting whenever he sends me gifts which is why I used it as my pass code. July 7 feels more like my birthday than January 20. I was born on a different day but I celebrate it on a different day."

The rain, the snow, wet floors. Ugh. But I am always compensated by the joy and happiness that envelopes me on my birthday, as it always fall on the early stage of winter. I make a mental note to visit Jude’s room tonight and look at the calendar there. I have lost track of time and days in my stay here. But I know I was born on the month of June. And I had gotten married to Jude on August. Right? I guess. The thought of my birthday brings a smile on my face. A smile that instantly disappears when I remember that Jude might not be here on that day.

He started to explain. "B-beta?" "He was the one who was out at the backyard the other day." Oh.. "Right. Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." he apologized. "It's okay. Then, can you tell me something about mate?" I looked up with curiosity. He chuckled lightly and patted my head. "Someone's curious. Well, his birthday is September the 13th. He's turning 22 this year. His favourite colour is black and blue. He is very protective of his sister. He is very harsh-"

Who knew maybe even he could be as smart as Cade was? “So Barrett, you are younger than Cade by how many years?”, I asked, twisting the question so that he wouldn’t doubt my intentions. . “One year.”, He replied immediately. “We share the same birthday date only the difference is of year.”, He added. . “That’s cool. So when is your birthday?”, I asked quickly. . “27th May 1523.” . “What!!” .

I want to make him happy; I want him to be happy with his life, with our life. “I have to tell you something,” he says, and his serious face makes me afraid this happy moment will flow away in a second. “I came today because Dante told me this is your birthday today.” I look at him, confused, and he keeps talking. “I know you celebrate it in November, but that is a day you picked with your mums, right? I think your actual birthday is today.” “Today?” I look up at him, my eyes widening, nervousness gnawing at my insides.

I wasn’t sure if she was trying to perk up my mood or Caleb’s. Caleb looked up and smiled softly at his mother. “You’re right, Mom. Happy birthday, Jocelyn.” My eye ticked at the use of my full name. He knew I hated it, so Caleb took great delight in using it whenever he could. “Happy birthday in two days, you mean,” my father chuckled. Caleb grunted. “Yeah, that’s what I mean.” Caleb’s birthday was July 9th. I knew this. I’d memorized the fact the moment his mother had told me.