So Happy I'm Thirty Cake Novels & Stories

I could drop dead any second. All I cared about was my dad's broken ring. I scooped up the black shards and tucked them into a velvet box. Didn't matter how I tried to fix it—some things just don't go back. *** Three months into treatment, Lorenzo still found me. Guess Elisa caved. Lorenzo looked wrecked—scruffy, red-eyed, all that cold mafia polish worn down to something raw. "Chiara..." he croaked from the doorway. I stayed leaning on the headboard, voice barely there. "The engagement's off. We're just history now. What do you want?"

I entertained her with lighthearted stories, showing off my gorgeous ring and carefully steering clear of anything too personal. "Anyway." Steph said, reclining on the couch with a smug grin, "You've got a big day ahead, sister." I blinked, feeling puzzled. "A big day?" Steph's grin only grew wider. "Your 30th birthday, of course." "Oh." I quickly waved her off, shaking my head. "I don't want anything extravagant. Seriously, don't make a big deal out of it." Steph pouted. "What? No party? No cake? Not even a small celebration?"

JANE POV "Happy birthday to you ... Happy birthday to you ...." A few people sang the birthday song, some of whom I recognized, and some of whom I didn't. However, my focus was solely on the man carrying a tiered cake with a heart-shaped decoration on top. "Happy birthday, Babe ... on your twenty-seventh birthday, I hope all your wishes come true," Alpha Alex, my husband, said as he placed the cake on the table. His smile was wide, as always causing my heart to flutter.

My smile fell when I saw the cake, " Mei, come on, I thought we'd been over this so many times." " I know, I know, but I can't help myself. That's why I didn't bake you a special cake, I just took one from the bakery's own and placed a candle on it. I can't stand knowing the fact that it's your birthday and we aren't doing anything about it. So just humor me and blow out the candle." My dark-haired friend pushed the plate forward, I sighed, blew out the candle and she cheered. I removed the candle, lifted the cupcake, and shoved it down my throat, yup, cookie dough flavor.

“ Really? ” “ Of course, Na! You are still as beautiful, caring and full of life as ever. Nothing has changed. Absolutely nothing. ” “ Hm. ” I could tell she wasn't completely convinced, but didn't say anything else. **** I was standing in front of a breathtaking white and pink five tiered cake as everyone present at my small birthday party, sang me the happy birthday song. “ Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you! ”

"It is our first fuckerversary. We were not together so for the years this date passed, I just let it slide but now look. Cake!" He said with a smile wide, his focus evenly distributed between the man before him and the sweetness of the cake he baked. It is not the best looking cake ever and probably tastes like diabetes more than anything and his not sure if homemade cake should give you heartburn. Forth wouldn't judge him harshly, yes he sucks at cooking but he really worked hard on making the white covered icing cake with a 'Happy Fuckerversary' elegantly written.

Eight years later we are just as happy and in love as we were all those years ago. "Mommy," I heard bring me from my thoughts, "I want daddy." "Okay. Go ahead sweetheart." Six years ago we introduced our own little bundle of joy. Sadie is one of the sweetest little girls out there today. She is a spitting image of her father. 3 "Lena, cake." "Just a second." Today is Brian's 30th birthday. He only wanted immediate family at our house for the party. Meaning Claire Matthews (his mother), Carly, Kade, Sadie, and I.

A guilty smile tugged at my lips. “Sorry. I didn't have enough money to buy you a cake.” “Who said there isn't one?” Boston suddenly appeared beside us, carrying a paper plate. On it sat three cupcakes. Three candles stuck awkwardly into the frosting. Yannah gasped. “Cake!” “Come on,” Boston said. “Let's sing.” Then she started singing loudly and completely off-key. “Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, Yannah!” Yannah laughed so hard she almost dropped the cupcakes.

With nothing in sight to vent my anger upon, I moved closer to the damn cake, intent on toppling it over, but when I got close enough to see the the 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEMON BOSS' written in a messy font, with half the wordings of 'birthday' gone due to the huge chunk that cunt had taken off it, I felt too nostalgic to want to hurt the poor snack. You see what Fuhad meant? A cake doesn't even fucking feel! Goddammit! I was going to prove to all who cared to know that I didn't fall for her, but first I had a role to play out at the moment, I would do justice to that first. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The call ended with a soft beep, but I stood there for a moment in the quiet of my living room, phone still in my hand, my heart filled with a warm buzz that spread all the way down to my toes. I glanced over at the cake box sitting on the counter and smiled again. The top read “Three Sweet Years” in soft gold icing, with a tiny fondant baby bootie just above the lettering. I had it custom made, half red velvet, Lysander's favorite, and half vanilla, mine. A perfect balance. Just like we always said we were.