“But you adore your crazy girlfriend, don’t you? Certainly on her special day.” I grin from ear to ear when he pulls his head back and looks at me.
“Hmm, maybe. But I adore her more when she’s not waking me up by jumping on me.” He bites the tip of my nose, causing me to scrunch it up.
“I bet if I were naked, you’d think differently.” I arch a brow with a sly smirk.
“Oh, I definitely would. We can test it out if you want,” he whispers against my ear, then kisses down my jaw and neck.
“Buh, buh, buh. Doo, doo, bah, bah. Brrrrrrrrrrrrr. Ahhhhh, arrrrr, raaarrrrr.”
“Now you have no choice but to get up,” I giggle.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing that,” he says chuckling, followed by a content sigh.
I push against Greyson’s chest, forcing him off. “Let’s go! Up, up! There’s a dinosaur princess waiting.” He finally gets off, and I jump off the bed, skipping out of the room. “I’m coming, Little Tulip! Today is a special day.”
Fifteen minutes later, Greyson finally emerges downstairs and looks around the kitchen at all the food, then the decorations. He rubs the back of his neck as a tiny hint of pink crosses his cheekbones. “You make me look like a shitty boyfriend. I should have been the one to do all of this for you.”
“It’s okay, you know I like doing this kind of stuff.”
He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder as I pour us each a coffee. “Yeah, but it’s your birthday. I’m sorry I didn’t think about it. I’m still new to this whole girlfriend thing, but I’ll try harder next time.”
I turn to face him, placing both my palms on his cheeks and kissing his lips. “It’s really okay, Greyson. I promise.”
He smiles, then presses his lips to mine once more. “To answer your question, yes, I adore my crazy girlfriend. My beautiful, amazing, crazy girlfriend.”
I giggle against his lips.This is already the best birthday ever.
I push the door to Morgan and Clay’s house open and am attacked by a shower of glittering confetti. My friends all shout ‘happy birthday!’and blow party horns as I laugh and twirl in circles.
“Aw! You guys, this looks amazing!”
The house is decorated from top to bottom. Huge helium balloons float at the top of the high ceiling where the staircase is located in the grand foyer. Foil frills, banners, balloons, streamers, and decorations cover anywhere the eye can see.
The whole thing is themed in vintage Hollywood with black, white, and gold, making it look like a scene straight out ofThe Great Gatsby.Not the right era, but I love how my friends incorporated my love for vintage with my birthday.They truly are the best.
I thank them all as they come in to hug me and wish me a happy birthday once more. Greyson, Gracie, and I are then pulled to the entertainment room, where the bar is lined up with drinks and a long high table is placed with all sorts of entrées. There’s a corner of the room that has been gated off with toys for Dante and Gracie.
“I love your character choice. I wish I had thought of them!” Cecilia tells me as she examines my dress.
Morgan comes over while passing me a drink and touches my hair. “Seriously. But how did you get your hair to look like this? It’s amazing!”
I pat my hair slightly and giggle. “Let’s just say there was a lot of hairspray involved. Greyson even helped me out with all the curling and everything.”
Greyson and I dressed up as Baby and Johnny fromDirty Dancing. My idea, of course.He’s dressed all in black, and I’m wearing a knee-length light-pink dress that looks identical to the one Jennifer Grey wore when they performed their dance. My hair has been frizzed up with crazy volume. It’s longer and not the right color, but you easily get who I’m meant to be.
Morgan and Clay dressed up as Sandy and Danny fromGrease.Cecilia and Silas are dressed as Lois Lane and Clark Kent, wearing an open dress shirt with a Superman T-shirtunderneath.Of course Silas would dress as a superhero. But it suits him perfectly.
Aubrey comes over with Veronica at her side. She chose to come as Elle WoodsfromLegally Blonde,and Ronnie is a very sexy Lara Croftwith a skin-tight gray wetsuit-type outfit and black gun holsters around her legs. Her now black hair is long and pulled back into a long braid.
“You guys are gushing over my hair, but I have more questions about Ronnie’s.”
She sighs loudly. “Ugh, don’t even mention it. I started this new job in some posh restaurant as a hostess. They didn’t think my hair color was appropriate, so I changed it to this for the time being. The length is extensions.”
“Well, you still look sexy as hell, Vixen.” Gabe comes up to her side, putting his hand on her waist. He’s dressed as Han Solo… I think. I’m not big on Star Wars.
“You need to learn some boundaries, pretty boy.” She tosses his hand off and rolls her eyes. “And stop calling me that.”
“Thank God you changed your mind on your original character choice,” Aubrey says while giggling.
