So Happy I'm Thirty Cake Novels & Stories

Give me three years. He turned back to his laptop. Project Horizon. The village. The work that would set him free. --------------- Three Years Later, The Blackwood Estate ------------------- The twins' third birthday cake was a castle—three tiers of fondant, pink and blue turrets, tiny plastic dragons perched on the battlements. Austin had demanded the dragons. Selena had demanded the pink. Jovi had demanded everything else.

Melody and Azalea, look over the cake. "Isn't it gorgeous. That bake shop does a wonderful job." Melody says. "Absolutely, we use the Emerald Coast Bake shop from time to time as well. They are talented and dedicated. Are you going to get Leo's cake from there? His birthday is towards the end of the month isn't it!" "Yes, their birthdays are a few weeks apart, he will be ten. a decade old!" Melody's eyes soften and moisten glancing briefly at both children by the cake."Let's sing to Mia now and then we can cut the cake."

Lewis and Irene came by earlier in the day to leave their gifts, and gave a hug and kiss on my cheek. Sweet people. "I'm so happy to have you all here," I say as I hug Dane with one arm. His much bigger one wraps around my shoulders. "We are too," says Mia sweetly. "Here," says Dexter as he slides the cake over to the edge of the island near me, "blow out your candles." Walking over to it, I see that the cake has red frosting that says 'You're eighteen, but I love you a million!' I smile at the message. Looking over to Dane, I hold his hand as I smile at him. He grins back, his grey eyes twinkling.

Seven months after the night in Moonstone Hall, I turned twenty-three. Nobody made a thing of it except Jax, who made a thing of everything that gave him an excuse to cook something ambitious. He had been researching a specific cake for three weeks, a layered thing with hazelnuts and a coffee filling that he had found in a recipe book someone had left in the kitchen, and the birthday was his justification for the attempt. The cake was technically imperfect and actually delicious, and he presented it at the table that evening with the expression of someone who knows the difference between those two things and has decided the second one matters more.

“Happy birthday, Violet. Sorry, it’s the best I could do. They didn’t have much of a birthday selection at the petrol station.” The flowers are carnations. Red ones. The cake is chocolate. An eclair with that thick dark icing I love best. It’s the best birthday cake I’ve ever had. The thought pricks at my eyes and my throat feels scratchy. Ridiculous. I’m ridiculous. Drunk, and high on adrenaline, and tired, and scared, and happy. “Thanks,” I say, like that could ever cut it. But it does. It does cut it. He smiles like it’s enough.

Epilogue- Sage It’s my birthday today, and I’ve never been so happy. I have the man that I love next to me, my friends and my mom. Maleah made this gorgeous cake decorated with edible pearls and spun sugar diamonds that everyone tore through. Sophia gave me season tickets to several Broadway shows, Santana gave me a gorgeous Pandora bracelet, Jade bought me tickets to the Ballet, and Ivy gave me strippersize lessons. I will never forget the look on Aidan’s face when we explained what it was.

she muttered, and Louisa giggled harder. Her mom waved her over with a bright smile. “Sweetheart, it’s time to cut the cake!” The giant cake stood at the center of a smaller table three tiers of soft ivory and gold, delicate flowers curling along the edges. The guests gathered close, phones flashing, voices rising in excitement. As the emcee began the familiar chant “Happy birthday to you…” Cynthia couldn’t help but smile genuinely this time. The warmth of her friends’ laughter, her parents’ pride, and the glittering lights all came together in a soft, almost perfect blur.

"How many more years do you have before you get to the dreaded 30?" "I am 23 today, so I have 7 more years." "Aww. I am a year older. I am 6 more years to the dreaded 30" "And how's that working for you?" "Pathetically but I know one thing for sure, I am getting married to a billionaire before 30" "That's faith speaking" Her suspicion started to fade. A small, tentative smile tugged at her mouth. “Well, happy birthday, then.” “You too,” I said. I glanced back at the shelves she’d been browsing. “Pick whatever you want.”

Susan shot her a playful glare, which only made Caroline smirk. “Alright, everybody!” Caroline called out, raising her glass. “Time to sing ‘Happy Birthday!’” She disappeared briefly and reappeared, holding a delicate white cake with “Happy Birthday, Susan” scrawled in elegant frosting and a few delicate flowers crafted from sugar. As the song began, Susan felt a surge of warmth. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this surrounded by friends, this celebrated. Her mom couldn't come, but she'd called early that morning just to sing happy birthday to her, and Susan was happy. The chorus of voices filled the room, and when they reached the final line, Caroline urged her to make a wish

Susan shot her a playful glare, which only made Caroline smirk. “Alright, everybody!” Caroline called out, raising her glass. “Time to sing ‘Happy Birthday!’” She disappeared briefly and reappeared, holding a delicate white cake with “Happy Birthday, Susan” scrawled in elegant frosting and a few delicate flowers crafted from sugar. As the song began, Susan felt a surge of warmth. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this surrounded by friends, this celebrated. Her mom couldn't come, but she'd called early that morning just to sing happy birthday to her, and Susan was happy. The chorus of voices filled the room, and when they reached the final line, Caroline urged her to make a wish