Romans & histoires When Is Stefan Salvatore's Birthday

As for my brother, even though we don’t live together, I know Salvatore is just protecting him from any violence he might witness if he stayed with us at home. It’s not that Salvatore doesn’t care if I see the violence, but I understand that, like me, he doesn’t want to be away from me. My birthday turned out to be a happy one. After everything I’d been through, I hadn’t even realized it was my birthday. I’m 19 now—one year closer to Salvatore, though I wished he would stop counting birthdays until I catch up to him! Hehehe… I know it’s impossible, but what can I do? I’ve fallen for him.

Cattleya's POV Mr. Salvatore glared at me as if he'd seen a ghost, then immediately pretended like he didn't know me, "Who the hell are you?" I chuckled softly. "Oh, you're just like your daughter. She pretended she didn't know me too. Alright, let me present myself again. My name is Cattleya Sullivan. The woman who died three years ago." Suddenly, Elise interjected, "It's Dylan's birthday, and I don't want you to ruin my son's birthday..." then she glanced at Jaxon. "How could you bring this woman here to cause some chaos?"

To think of it, there was no Travis Scott at the party. What was I thinking? She fist bumped him and nodded her greeting to me. I smiled at her. “ Where’s Damon?” He asked. “He was here a while ago. He’s probably inside. You should check there.” “Okay,” He said. “We’ll have the cocktail you prepared on my birthday. Less ice for me.” “Coming right up.” she turned back, searching for ingredients to use. “So, when’s your birthday?” “January 27th. Yours?” “September, ” I said. “13th of September.”

"I didn't even get her pregnant in the first place! At those words, Salvatore calmed down. “What?" He asked, confused. "Wait up, you thought I got her pregnant? I did not.” Marco stated, " The pregnancy was yours after a night thing between you both on the night of your 23rd birthday. She said she didn't want to keep the child since you might not want it at such a young age. She optioned for an abortion, I asked her not to go for one, but she went behind my back to do it.”

"Irene, you're up. Come here and celebrate Sophia's birthday with us." He waved me over, not noticing the change in my parents' and sister's expressions. Sophia smiled at me warmly. "Sis! I'm sorry I didn't come to pick you up yesterday. I got sick. You don't blame me, right?" Sis? Before I could respond, Salvatore spoke first. "Irene is generous. She wouldn't hold it against you." At that, Sophia reached for his hand and looked at me. "Sis, it's my birthday today. You should give me a present! I want you to give me Salvatore."

“The bracelet caught his attention, and not in a good way. It may mean something to the Romanovs, it can trace you back to them if what he says is true. Don’t tell him your age, because, well, come on Marco. You know them like the back of your hand, tell me why you shouldn’t have told him your age?” “I-the-he…” Marco stammered. “He-they-” His mind raced with the numbers, trying to get to what Salvatore had understood on the spot. “How long ago was the attack on the Romanovs’?” “It was…it was thirty years ago,” “Twenty-nine years to be exact,” Salvatore stuffed his hands into his coats pockets. “Now, how old would you have been twenty-nine years ago?” “I-three,” “At what age was it establishe

"Leave it, Kitten; don't even go there." I looked at him confused. I am going there; I want to know. "When is it?" He shook his head and laughed. "Steve's birthday is the 20th of December; be warned, we tried for over 10 years to get him to celebrate; he goes into hiding at the mention of it." I wonder why that is. "Well, he can't hide from me." I smiled, walking out the door. Driving there, I felt fine. I didn't understand why he would hide it from me; surely he knew I would find out. If not, then he is brainwashed.

Spade shoved his hands in his pocket as he looked at Salvatore, narrowing his eyes at the man. "I'm going to ask you only once Salvatore, and in your own best interest, I suggest you tell me the truth, if you don't, he's going to do with you whatever he wants until you talk, Where is Sullivan"? Spade said, gesturing to Stefano who had an evil lopsided grin on his face, and his eyes looked deadly "Go fuck yourself Spade" Salvatore spat out, Spade shrugged before he turned to look at Stefano, he nodded discreetly and the man already knew what he would do as he advanced towards Salvatore.

“I’ll respect that you see it differently than I do.” “Thank you,” he breathed--- before he smiled shyly at me. “So, when is your birthday?” “In September,” I replied. “What day?” “The most famous day of them all!” “September 11th,” he nodded. “Good, then I won’t forget.” “When’s your birthday?” I asked. “The 2nd of May,” he told me, but frowned. “But I hate celebrating my birthday.” “Why?”

“I know it wasn’t easy. Some of you came from hours away. Some of you left things behind to be here. I appreciate that.” No one moved. I took another breath. “As you’ve probably heard by now, Salvatore is in the hospital,” I said. “He was in an accident. A serious one. The kind of accident that makes you pray even if you stopped believing years ago.” A few murmurs rose. A lot of them were confused as to where this was going. Pietro’s jaw twitched from where he stood next to Mama, but he didn’t speak. “And before that,” I continued, “before I ever stepped into this house, before I ever became part of this family… There was another tragedy.”