Chapter 331
Chapter 331
Chapter 188: Birthday Girl
Savannah
แล
RE
My sleep was interrupted by someone singing.
“ Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, Savannah. ”
The sound was deep, low, and close enough that it tugged me from sleep like a gentle hand. My eyes fluttered open immediately.
Roman was sitting cross–legged on his side of the bed, the faint morning light haloing his shoulders. In his hands was a medium sized heart–shaped cake, a single candle flickering weakly.
I blinked, groggy and confused*. “Oh, fuck. I’m thirty.“* My palm hit my forehead. “I actually forgot it was today p>
He smiled that calm, teasing smile that made it impossible to be embarrassed around him. “Good thing I remembered, baby. ”
He extended the cake toward me. “Come on, my love. Blow the candle before the wax ruins my masterpiece p>
My heart squeezed a little. I sat up, brushed my hair off my face, and leaned in. He held my hair back gently, his fingers brushing the
nape of my neck.
I closed my eyes, made a quick wish– please let this happiness last –and blew out the candle.
Roman grinned. “Happy birthday, Sav. ”
“Thank you,” I said, smiling back at him. “Thank you so much. But how? When did you even prepare this? It’s barely morning, and I know you didn’t order it yesterday p>
“I baked it,” he interrupted smoothly, that hint of pride curling at the edge of his mouth. “Although I also got a lot of presents for you. So you’re gonna be opening presents for a long time p>
I froze, not listening to anything else he said. “You baked it p>
“Well, Reese was the actual baking pro. But I helped… bake it.” He claimed playfully.
It took half a second for that to sink in before a delighted squeal escaped me. “You both baked it together?! Oh my God, Roman p>
Roman chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Let’s just say we have a ceasefire. For now p>
My eyes widened. “A ceasefire? You two actually managed to be in the same room without arguing or killing each other p>
1/3
Chapter 331
He arched his brow. “Define arguing or killing each other p>
I laughed, grabbing a fingerful of frosting and popping it into my mouth. “He’s not that bad, you know. He’s kind of sweat, under all the sarcasm and… Testosterone p>
Roman groaned softly, “Sweet isn’t the word I’d use for Reese, More like destructive p>
He set the cake down between us and turned onto his side, resting on his elbow, watching me.
“Thank you for the cake,” I said softly, swiping another bit of frosting. This time i smeared it right across the bridge of his nose.
He froze, eyes narrowing.
“Thank you,” I added with a grin. “I love it. I love you p>
Roman’s gaze darkened, a slow dangerous smirk curving his lips. He scooped the frosting from his nose and licked it off his finger, eyes not leaving mine. “You’re going to pay for that. Sweetly p>
I squealed, scrambling off the bed. “No! You wouldn’t p>
“Try me,” he said, voice low and playful.
I darted into the bathroom, laughing breathlessly. “I’m counting on it!” I called, peeking out from behind the door.
When I came out, the air smelled faintly of sugar and candle smoke. Roman was still sitting there, half–reclined, scrolling through his phone. The candle had melted into a crooked stub.
He put the phone away the second he saw me. “Got any plans? It’s your day, after all. I was thinking dinner later–I made reservations p>
I shook my head, placing a finger on his lips. “No p>
He blinked, “No p>
I smiled softly, taking the cake from the bed and setting it down on the nightstand beside me. “I don’t want to go out. It’s my first birthday with you as… us. And—” I rested my hand on my still–flat stomach. “—our baby too. I don’t want the noise, the crowd. I just want to be here. With you. Just us three p>
He started to protest. “There’ll be no crowd. No noise. I’ll rent the entire restaurant and the surrounding neighborhood if that’s what it
takes p>
I laughed, shaking my head. “That’s tempting. But no. I want this. Just us, no one else. Let the world wait a little. ”
Roman sighed dramatically and fell back on the bed. “Anything you want, birthday girl p>
2/3
9:25 Tue, Dec 23
Chapter 331
I climbed over him, straddling his waist. “Come on,” I said, tugging playfully at his arm. It’s going in her fut s
stay in bed all day p>
He pulled his arm away from his face, eyes glinting with mischief. “And make love p>
Comments
2
Write Comments
Sara Lili Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.