“Chicken and mushroom pie, mashed potatoes, and because I know you like green stuff, broccoli.”
Foxx had, of course, opted for corn—the best vegetable, besides potatoes.
He watched Harlow take his first bite of pie, just waiting for his reaction. The human groaned the second his mouth closed around the fork.
“Good?” Foxx asked.
Harlow grunted. “Mhm, I can taste the calories.”
He rolled his eyes. “I used as many healthy substitutes as I could without ruining the taste, you big baby. Your health obsession aside, as long as you like it, all is good.” Foxx grinned evilly, before adding, “Because I’d hate to force you to keep eating something you didn't like day in and day out. Though, this isn’t the only type of meat pie I made.”
Harlow snorted, and shook his head before taking another bite. After swallowing, he asked, “So how long are you planning to try to keep me in pie hell?”
“Until I’m satisfied.”
“Petty fuck.”
“Always,” Foxx giggled before taking a bite of his own pie. He groaned—ahh, so good!
They ate in comfortable silence, but once they’d both taken their last bite, Harlow asked, “Dessert or present first?”
“Present,” Foxx hummed. “But I have to singHappy Birthdayfirst before you open it.”
“Singing?!” Harlow gasped, sounding horrified. “It’s my birthday, can’t you spare my ears?”
“My voice isn’tthatbad!”
In his opinion, his voice wasn’t bad at all! The nerve!
“It is, Foxx. It really is.”
Foxx huffed. “Well, it has to be sung, it's your birthday!”
“Then I’ll sing it!” Harlow snapped.
“FINE!” Sniffing in indignation, he grabbed the lighter and lit the two candles on the cherry pie. “Sing!” he ordered. Tossing the lighter on the table, he crossed his arms and glared at the human.
“FINE!” Harlow growled, before clearing his throat and starting to sing.
Foxx started to glare harder on realizing that Harlow…didn’t sound bad—the audacity!
When the human finished, he blew out the candles. “Happy?”
“Hmph!” He pouted, turning away.
Harlow sighed. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” The human grabbed the lighter and relit the candles. “Sing, you brat.”
Foxx slowly faced forward in his seat with a smile. “Don’t mind if I do.”
“I do mind…so much.”
Foxx giggled, ignored his grumbling and sang, in his opinion, a beautiful rendition ofHappy Birthday.
As he finished up, Harlow leaned forward and blew out the candles again.
Foxx clapped. “Yay!”
The human rolled his eyes.
