your birthday | lmk
➸ request from anon; heyyy, i love ur dad mark fics sm that i was wondering if i could request one where it’s reader’s birthday and mark with the kids surprise reader, or like the kids just have a day out with mark and reader? idrm what u write i love reading ur dad scenarios sm :)) tyyyy
➸ note; hiya anon thank you so much ! i’m sorry this took so long and i honestly don’t love this but i hope you like it xx
➸ word count; 1009 words
➸ lucas; aged 9, noah; aged 7, maeve; aged 4
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You wake up alone on your birthday. Most mornings you wake up and you’re in Mark’s arms, but occasionally he’s not there, having to deal with one of your three children. You couldn’t fault him for that.
But something felt off… it was quiet, silent actually. Usually you would hear the sound of Maeve talking or Noah playing with his toys, even the hum of the TV, but right now, nothing.
You roll out of bed to investigate.
‘Mark?’ You call, poking your head around your kids bedroom doors, but to no avail.
‘Lucas?’ There’s silence when you call out for your oldest.
‘Noah? Maeve?’ Still silence. You half expect birthday decorations to be displayed everywhere when you get downstairs, maybe they’d just gone out for something expecting you to stay asleep. But downstairs is completely bare.
Did they forget?
You don’t massively expect Noah or Maeve to remember, they’re only little, but Mark? Your partner of over ten years?
Your heart breaks a bit, dejection filling your thoughts. Oh well.
Where are you
You message Mark, before locking your phone and tossing it to the side, preparing to make yourself some breakfast.
At the park with the kids. Why?
You just ignore his texts, too annoyed and upset to even talk to him right now. You spend the beginning of your birthday nibbling at pieces of toast, scrolling through your phone and responding to birthday messages from your friends.
Around an hour and a half after you wake up, Mark, Lucas, Noah and Maeve return home. Noah, forever the mama’s boy comes straight to you.
‘Mummy/mommy,’ he smiles. Lucas shifts awkwardly on his feet and Maeve kind of just ignores you, trying to get Mark’s attention about something.
‘Hiya No,’ you kiss his head, ‘did you have fun?’
‘We did, didn’t we?’ Mark grins, ’sorry I didn’t leave a note or anything, you must’ve been really confused.’
‘It’s fine,’ you shrug. The kids have dispersed, likely back into their own rooms. Mark is still walking backwards and forwards, putting whatever items he brought with him away.
‘Oh, and baby?’ Mark stops momentarily.
‘Yeah?’ You perk up, thinking maybe it’s finally time for a birthday wish.
‘Johnny and his wife asked if we could move that dinner to tonight, so I said yeah, cause I didn’t think we had anything else going on. Is that ok?’
‘Yeah Mark. Fine,’ you huff, storming off into your bedroom.
Mark waits a few moments until he hears the door shut.
‘Kids, kids, gather,’ he drops down to his knees so he’s on level with his two youngest.
‘Mummy/mommy definitely thinks we forgot now. Mae, I’m gonna need you to convince her to take you for ice cream or a toy or something, tell her that I promised she would.’
Maeve nods, confident in her ability to sway you.
‘Then boys, get the decorations out of the cupboard under the stairs, Noah ask Lucas to help you if they’re too heavy. And then you two can help me decorate, ok?’
‘Okay,’ his sons affirm.
‘Maeve, give it ten minutes,’ Mark instructs.
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‘Is it nice?’
Maeve nods, too busy digging into her strawberry ice cream. Her hair is flying around in the wind, so you grab a hair tie from your bag and begin plaiting it.
‘I’m happy you like it,’ you kiss her cheek, ‘I’m so proud of you recently, you’re going to start big girl school soon.’
Maeve hides her face in your neck in embarrassment, leaving a sticky ice cream mark on your skin, but you don’t mind.
‘Thank you for my ice cream mummy/mommy,’ Maeve shovels more into her mouth.
You giggle, ‘you’re welcome.’
‘Mama?’ She suddenly asks.
‘Yeah baby?’
‘Are you sad today?’
You’re slightly taken aback by her questioning, wondering how on earth she read you so well.
‘No,’ you lie, ‘why would you say that?’
‘You were sad after talking to daddy… did he make you sad?’
Maeve was so young she couldn’t see the correlation between your conversation and the surprise that Mark and the boys were currently formulating.
‘No, daddy didn’t make me sad,’ you reassure her, ‘sometimes adults just have little arguments. Like Lucas and Noah do.’
‘Will daddy say sorry?’ Maeve asks, recalling the end of most of her brother’s tiffs.
‘I hope so,’ you nod, ‘he usually does.’
‘I want you to be happy today,’ Maeve then randomly offers you a spoonful of ice cream, which you happily accept.
‘I am happy, every day when I’m with you.’
Maeve giggles and blushes, prompting your heart to melt. At this point, you weren’t too bothered that Mark had forgotten your birthday. You were having the most amazing bonding time with your daughter, your youngest child.
After the ice cream was finished, you spent some time at the nearby park, playing around on the swings and climbing frame.
’Thank you mama, I had fun,’ Maeve smiles as you’re walking home, hand in hand. It’s warm outside even though the sun is close to setting.
‘I had fun too,’ you squeeze her hand gently, ‘let’s do it again sometime, okay?’
You approach your house, and as you open the front door you’re immediately met by silence.
You and Maeve swiftly kick your shoes off, before venturing down the corridor together. But as you enter the living room, you nearly jump out of your skin.
’Surprise!’
Mark, Lucas and Noah all jump out from behind the sofa, Noah diligently blowing on a party blower.
‘Happy birthday love,’ Mark approaches you, gently wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a hug.
‘I thought you forgot,’ you cry, ‘you acted like you had no idea.’
‘As if I’d forget my favourite girl in the world’s birthday,’ Mark leans down to kiss you.
‘Gross!’ Lucas and Noah groan.
‘Hey! I kiss you both goodnight every night!’ Mark splutters.
’That’s different,’ Lucas argues.
‘No it isn’t!’
‘Boys, boys,’ you laugh, ‘you an have that argument later. All I want to know now is whether you prepared food!’
