Novel & Cerita Merry Birthmas

Chapter 32: A Joyful Celebration Rebecca's birthday arrived on a beautiful Saturday. The sun shone brightly, and the air felt fresh and full of promise. Liam had planned everything in secret for weeks. He wanted this day to be special. He rented a nice hall near the park with a big garden. Flowers decorated the tables. Colorful lights hung from the ceiling. He invited her family, his mother, and all their close friends. Anna was there too, smiling from ear to ear. The room filled with laughter and happy chatter as people arrived.

"Are you? You've been reborn as a newborn child, right?" "Yes, because I am a first-class reborn, so I guess I have average?" I scratched my head because I am quite unsure. "And I can't afford to purchase any necro enhancer or cultivate anything to enhance my soul power, so let's leave it like that." I giggled. "Yes, however, there is also another type of reborn, which are very rare." I remained silent and listened to everything he said. "This type produces reborn with massive amounts of necros in their body. In this case, one is being reborn with half of their actual age. I only knew five people being reborn like this; the first one is Reeve Giraudus."

Marcus The March sun is timid, almost hesitant, as if it doesn't quite dare to impose itself after the long winter months, but it's there, it shines, it gently warms the garden still covered with patches of snow that resist, stubborn, clinging to the places where shadow lingers, where cold tarries, where winter refuses to die. But the children, they don't wait for winter to end to be happy, they are happy now, right now, immediately, because it's their half-birthday, because they are five and a half years old, because they decided, one day, long ago, that birthdays were good, but half-birthdays were better, because it meant two parties a year instead of one, because it doubled the cakes, the

Not when their Alpha and Luna survived. Not when new life had entered the kingdom. Not when hope had finally returned to BlueMoon Pack after years of darkness. The people kept cheering loudly while congratulating them on the birth of the twins. “They're beautiful!” “Congratulations, Alpha!” “Blessed Christmas, Luna!” Mara smiled softly while carefully adjusting little Emilia in her arms and honestly, her chest felt painfully full seeing the happiness on everyone's faces. For the first time in her life… she was truly celebrating Christmas.

I’m not sure how anything is supposed to feel better than this, how I could ever be expected to settle for less. "Merry Christmas, baby," "Merry Christmas," we utter at the same time and laugh.

I don’t want to give up but I’m too tired of how messed up my life lately. Dale’s POV “Blow the candles!” Stacey said in excitement. I blow all the candles from the cake that Stacey brought. “Yey! It’s your day, do you want to do anything?” she asked. Today is Zae’s birthday and I forgot about it. I was surprised this morning when Stacey brought a cake and flowers. I even asked her what’s the occasion and that’s when I learned that it was Zae’s birthday. A lot were sending gifts and were all stuck downstairs in the reception. I don’t even know what to do with all of those.

*Ember* The day finally came where we were able to welcome our baby into the world. The way I felt about being able to give birth in my new home and kingdom felt truly special. I had come to view the Burning Isles as my home, too. In the days leading up to the baby's birth we had fixed up the castle to it's former glory with everyone's magical touch and expertise. We redecorated with Kieran’s emblem, one that he had newly created to represent us both. We patched up the walls and hung more lights in the halls.

“Probably already there. Everyone is very excited about celebrating your birthday.” We can hear the music before we arrive and my mate’s smile continues to get bigger and bigger as we get closer. When we step out of the forest line, I can see that Maeve and Meadow did an amazing job with the lights. The entire area looks magical and it reminds me that I need to talk to Rich and Emerson about opening our packs to the witches. As if we planned it that way, we step into the party at the exact moment that Quinn and Emerson do. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Everyone yells and Malin’s hands go to her mouth as everyone in her family steps forward to wish the twins a happy birthday.

𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!” The room erupts in laughter and clapping as everyone joins in, their voices mixing with the faint music from the speakers. I can’t help but blush, my cheeks burning hot as Mauve and Marisol cheer the loudest. Dad’s clapping off-beat, grinning from ear to ear. My employees have crowded around, phones in hand, taking pictures and recording videos.

He nodded eagerly, his excitement undiminished. The living room became our temporary sanctuary, a space where we waited, a family united, for the arrival of midnight. The countdown, a collective breath held until the stroke of twelve, was a shared moment of anticipation and joy. "Merry Christmas!" The joyous exclamation echoed through the room, a chorus of greetings and well-wishes. Gifts were exchanged, a flurry of colorful wrapping paper and excited squeals. Marco, overwhelmed by the bounty of presents, was a picture of pure delight, his laughter infectious.