So Happy I'm Thirty Cake Novels & Stories

I refused again until she gave up and made her way to the kitchen. She came back with a birthday cake and a candle on top. She sat beside me, grinning from ear to ear. She handed me a knife and told me to blow out the candle. The cake said, “Happy 30th Birthday. I won't make any age-related jokes. I genuinely feel bad about how old you are.” I laughed, that made me laugh. Shaking my head, I cut the cake for the first time in my life on my birthday. I have never cut a cake on my birthday.

Sure we've argued a lot but it's almost our one year anniversary in a few weeks and it's his birthday so if we are going to make this marriage work why not start over with a cake and start to get alone instead of fighting like cats and dogs 24/7. As I sprinkle some black edible glitter onto the cake coated with white butter cream and decorated red roses with the number 30 imprinted on top of it. The front door opens and shuts followed by heavy footsteps heading towards the kitchen. He is home early! He shouldn't be back in an hour. Dammit.

"...happy birthday dear Izzy, happy birthday to you." The small gathering of people cheered and clapped their hands as poppers went off, sending a confetti of shiny papers onto the office floor. I felt the smile on my face grow bigger as I stared at the fondant figures that sat at the top of the cake, a twenty four. I had turned twenty four years old today and my friends had thrown this surprise party at the office. I felt so glad to be a part of this small family.

Tia said, pulling the blanket more over her body. That was how I decided to spend my birthday. My best friends had been here since morning. We had breakfast together, danced foolishly in the backyard while listening to music, and enjoying a short swim. After blowing out the candles of my cake that had ‘My Twenties Funeral’ written on it, we decided to watch Thirteen Going on Thirty. I had always wanted to watch this movie on my thirtieth birthday. While we were watching the movie, my doorbell rang, so I got up to open the door. I wasn’t waiting for anyone.

Two sisters who are a pain in the ass. ‘Happy birthday to me.’ “I think I am experiencing what people call a mid-life crisis.” He blew the candle without making a wish. Didn’t believe in such bullshit. Cake. That’s what he wanted. Something noxiously sugary to sedate his stress. Jordan patted his back. “Chill bro, you’re just thirty-one.”

Everyone laughed at her cuteness. “Then Maya is an Iron Lady!” she said as if she discovered the world. Everyone laughed at her naivety. “Let’s cut the cake,” Rebecca said. The cake is three-layered. It has a cute barbie doll on the top of it. But it’s not a doll it’s made of chocolate only based on Maya’s preferences. Maya cut the cake and made a wish. Then everyone congratulated her on her birthday. “Godo evening everyone, Thanks for attending my daughter’s birthday. I would like to announce a few things before you all leave.

"Daddy will be upset." My heart shattered into pieces as I watched her tread so cautiously. Just as she was about to close the fridge door, someone suddenly shoved her from behind. As she was caught off guard, her hand got caught in the door with a painful slam. It was Caden. "Well, well," he drawled out. "Looks like some little thief is trying to steal the cake Uncle Andy bought for me!" The pain drained all the color from Stella's face. She shook her head desperately, but Caden leaned harder into the door, trapping her hand even more.

“I don’t know how old you are, and I didn’t even put your name on the cake—just a simple ‘Happy Birthday’ because I didn’t want to risk messing it up… It might be cheap but—” “Thirty-five.” He cut her off, and Izzy stared at him, confused. “W-what?” She asked, puzzled. He smirked and kissed her again without a word. “I’m 35, Isabel. And I don’t care if you got this cake for free or bought it with your own money. Doesn’t matter if it’s expensive or cheap. What matters is you.” His voice was firm as he looked straight into her eyes. Izzy just smiled sweetly and raised the cake closer to him.

Brent did not expect Beverley to come to his office without telling him first. He quickly stood up from his chair. “Baby, why are you here?” The package of cake in Beverley’s hand immediately drew his gaze. “What’s that?” Beverley smiled sweetly. She did not answer immediately. Instead, she placed the cake on the table in front of the sofa and unwrapped it. “It’s your birthday, Brent. How could I not surprise you?” She took out two candles with the number 3 and stuck them on the cake. Just as she was about to light them, Brent suddenly grabbed her hand firmly. She immediately turned her head. “Why?”

Everything is great. The phone rang for her. She said yes. "What? No. No. That's not okay. Okay. "I'll take care of it." She hung up, her face blanched. What's the matter? "Zara inquired. The cake. The bakery got the orders jumbled up. A birthday celebration in Queens got our wedding cake. "The cake for the birthday is here." How terrible is the cake for the birthday? It looks like a dinosaur. With blue frosting that said "Happy 6th Birthday, Tyler."