Here’s a little drabble for our fave Boston boy’s 40th birthday!
It wasn’t as if you hadn’t spent birthdays apart before. This was the nature of the beast. But a significant birthday? You’d always made elaborate plans – you never cared if they were cheesy, the only thing that mattered was that you were together. Clichés are non-existent when you’re with the right person. Every day, every act of love a cherished gift.
So, the moment you found out that Chris would be spending his 40th birthday in Paris during a pandemic, your plans suddenly got smaller. But that didn’t mean they’d be any less special. You were going to make sure of that.
Sunday finally came, and you paced around the apartment, Dodger following you curiously. You leaned down to ruffle his fur, chuckling as his eyes began to close in sleepy bliss. Leaving him napping on the evening sun-drenched floor, you walked into the bedroom to slip into something a little sexier than your messy bun and sweats.
“You ready to surprise Daddy, Dodge?”
You checked the time on your phone, scrolling through the world clock before heading to your laptop to open Skype. As you waited for the wifi to connect, you headed to the refrigerator to grab the bottle of champagne you’d bought, the pop of the cork causing Dodger to bounce and bark in fright.
The chat window sprung to life with a jaunty tone.
“Hey there, birthday boy!”
“Hi honey. I miss you.” Chris tilted his head, eyes soft with love.
“I miss you too. I know we can’t spoil each other like we usually do, but I do have something planned for you.” You smirked.
“I feel spoiled enough just looking at you – I’m so lucky to have you.”
“That’s my line, you dork.” You chuckled. “I hope the hotel brought you some champagne. I’m drinking for the both of us here.”
“They did.” Chris raised a glass. “So, tell me, what’s this special plan of yours?” He cocked an eyebrow and took a sip of champagne.
“Before you get too drunk to stand up, have a look around the room.”
Chris pushed himself off the bed, rummaging around every nook and cranny he could find. You’d hidden forty love notes around the hotel room, and within minutes of frantic searching, he’d found all of them.
“Honey, what are these?” Chris glanced at the strips of paper.
“Read them and find out.”
You watched with glee as his brow furrowed, reading each and every one slowly.
“Forty reasons why I love you. It was hard to narrow them down.”
“Well, you did a pretty good job.” His voice cracked a little. He attempted to mask it with another gulp of champagne. “Love you, babe.”
“Love you times forty.” You winked, clinking your glasses together through the screen.
