For Gian's birthday, what about you trying to get him the perfect gift/throwing a surprise party but something goes wrong? And in the end you have to make do with what you've got? Hopefully that gives you some inspiration! I can't wait for another imagine!
TANTI AUGURI GIANLUCA!!! May all your wishes come true!
Obviously I couldn’t let this day pass without a relevant imagine and thanks to this great idea I am able to continue my tradition of birthday imagines :)
Before I leave you to it, I would like to take this chance to thank everyone for your patience and support! I’m sorry I haven’t been active recently and I’m afraid it will stay the same, but I promise I’ll write as much as I can!
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Grandfather and grandson turned around simultaneously. The resemblance they bore was remarkable. Your husband and son looked like two drops of water and -let’s just say- your father in law’s photos from his youth could very much be Gianluca’s Instagram filtered Pictures.
“Ercole Jr”, you clarified giggling.
Your son jumped off the couch and jogged to the kitchen.
Ruffling his black curls, you opened the refrigerator door and revealed the cake you had spent all morning meticulously preparing.
“Wow! It looks delicious”, he praised your baking skills and licked his lips. “Can we have some now? Pleaaaaaase?”
The puppy eyes made for an angelic face, nearly impossible to resist to.
“If you take it carefully to the dining table, I promise you’ll get a slice as big as you can eat.”
His face lit up adorably.
“Yes”, you replied giggling.
It was amazing what the prospect of eating cake could do to a five-year old. But, after all, he was Gianluca’s son and if the tittle “sweet tooth” had to be awarded to only one in the family, that would most certainly be your husband.
The boy put on a proud face and walked away from the kitchen, carrying the cake firmly in his hands.
Everything was going on schedule. All day you had struggled, yet managed, not to wish Gianluca a happy birthday and so did his parents, brother and close friends. When he would try to remind anyone why that day was special, all he would get for an answer was an important football match for the road to the tittle.
That match actually provided the perfect coverup for the surprise party. Ernesto had managed to find some tickets, buying you time to prepare everything perfectly. Piero and Ignazio made it right on time and joined the small company. All that was left was for Ernesto to text you that they were reaching the house.
You were just washing up the used pots, when an exclamation of pain filled the house, followed by a mother’s most terrifying sound. The sobs were all too familiar to confuse.
You dumped everything and rushed to your son. He was lying on his stomach with his hands extended to protect his head from the impact. The cake had miraculously landed unflipped, yet a good third of its surface was ruined under Ercole’s head. It was the worst thing that could possibly happen, a surprise party with no cake, but your mother instincts would only focus on your son. You didn’t even think about how you were going to save the party.
He pushed himself up as you knelt down to check up on him. The remains of the cake on his cheek and hair would make for a hilarious sight had he not been hurt.
“Are you OK Ercole? Are you hurt?”
You combed his hair and gave him a small reassuring smile to cover your worry and make him feel better. The guests had made a circle around the two of you, worry evident on their faces.
“I ruined the cake”, he managed to say between the sobs and brought his hands to his eyes.
“Aw, honey, don’t worry about the cake. We’ll figure something out. Are you in pain?”
His negative nod was followed by a loud sob. You hugged him tightly and caressed his back.
“I didn’t mean it mama. There was some water on the floor and I didn’t see it because I was trying to make sure I wouldn’t drop the cake.”
“I know you didn’t do it on purpose Ercole. Look! It didn’t flip, you did a good job!”
“But it’s ruined”, he insisted.
“Look at me. Today is a day to celebrate. Papa will be sad to see you crying. You don’t want to make papa sad on his birthday, right?”
He nodded negatively again and wiped away his tears, trying to calm his breathing.
“Go to the bathroom and wash your face and let me worry about the cake, alright?”
He did as you said and soon everyone started throwing ideas to salvage the dessert.
“Everyone shush! I’m trying to think here.”
“(Y/n), you want to read this. Ernesto sent a message, they’ll be here in less than 15 minutes”, Piero informed you.
Great, you thought, it couldn’t get any worse.
“Alright, don’t panic”, you told yourself. “Can someone please check up on Ercole?”
You made eye contact with Eleonora and she walked away immediately.
“Now, Ignazio, there’s a mini market around the corner. I want you to go there as fast as you can and pick up all kinds of candies you can find, twix, mars bars, anything.”
“Consider it done”, he assured you and jogged out of the house.
Five minutes later he came back with a bag full of candies. Everyone put their unwrapping skills into practice and soon you were able to cover the dent of the cake, making it look like a fountain of all sorts of treats.
Little Ercole finally decided to leave the bathroom, after the zillionth reassurance that the cake was actually better than before and admitted it himself with an expression of pure awe and amazement. Everything was ready and everyone went to their positions as the familiar sound of Gianluca’s car became audible.
The house seemed empty, the lights were out and everything seemed drowned in a deadly silence. Gianluca unlocked the door with disappointment weighing his heart. He nearly fell on the door as he jumped up in astonishment when the lights went on, people appeared out of the most obscure places and started singing “tanti auguri”.
He covered his dropped jaw with his hands and looked around with wrinkled eyes, as the people he loved the most wished him a very happy birthday. You and your son were at the front, wearing the biggest smiles in the whole wide world.
“Make a wish”, you reminded him before he could blow the candles.
He chuckled, closed his eyes momentarily, but instead of proceeding, he picked up his son and said “together”. Everyone clapped and cheered and Gianluca leaned in carefully and kissed away your “happy birthday”.
“I thought you had forgotten.”
He voiced his fear so quietly only you could hear it.
