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𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵
SUMMARY: TODAY IS A SPECIAL DAY! TODAY IS YOUR BIRTHDAY. OLLY LOVES YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD, AND THAT'S WHY HE WANTS TO WAKE YOU UP THE WAY YOU DESERVE IT.
WORDS: 1302
RATING: GENERAL AUDIENCES
CONTENT: DOMESTIC FLUFF, WIFE!READER, OLLY AND READER HAVE A DAUGHTER
WARNINGS: NONE
You were having a peaceful night, sleeping soundly. You had spent a long night with your husband, watching episodes of a TV series even though you didn't know the series, not understanding anything that was happening. But you were having fun creating your own scenario.
Snugly wrapped in the blanket of your shared bed, you finally woke up to light taps against your arm. You moaned, thinking for a moment that Olly was just teasing you. You were ready to push away the hand that was hitting you until you opened one eye.
“Hi, you…” you murmured, seeing the baby leaning against you, who began to babble.
You turned cautiously, holding the little girl in your arms, before sitting down to hold her firmly against your chest. And, as she snuggled against you, you saw your husband enter with a tray in his hands. He approached cautiously, sat on the edge of the bed before placing the tray on your thighs.
“Good morning, ma’am. Have you ever tasted toast made by a baby?” he asked.
You looked at the slightly squashed toast before giggling and shaking your head.
“No, never before.”
“Well, this is your lucky day,” he said before taking the baby in his arms to let you have breakfast. “"Oh, and I think this isn't just your lucky day..." he added before glancing towards a spot on the set.
You looked in the same place, then saw two toasts with ‘happy birthday’ clumsily written on them using jam.
“It was also done by the baby, that’s why everything’s a bit of a mess,” he explained.
“Hmm, surely it wasn’t my husband who couldn’t write properly?”
“Never.”
There was a pleasant silence as you happily ate the breakfast Olly had served.
“Did she sleep well?” you asked, glancing at your baby.
“Yes. She had just woken up when I was passing by her room,” he replied, nodding. “She’s a big girl now. She sleeps through the night,” he added, tickling the baby’s tummy, who gurgled with joy.
“She’s growing so fast… too fast!” you say, before sighing.
“And she looks more and more like her mom.”
“What? No, she definitely takes after her dad,” you corrected him before taking several sips of juice.
Olly chuckled, shaking his head. When your little girl started to whimper and shake herself slightly, Olly gently turned her so she could see and look at you, making her smile again.
“I think she’s starting to have a favorite parent… always wanting to have you in her line of sight,” he commented jokingly.
“And it’s been you since the day she was born,” you replied.
“Not quite!”
“Of course, of course.”
There was once again a pleasant calm between the two of you, your daughter resting her cheek against Olly while admiring you as you ate. When you had finished eating, Olly got up. Baby in one arm, tray in the other hand, he left the room.
“I’d go to the bathroom, if I were you!” he exclaimed from the kitchen.
“Are you saying I stink?” you asked, standing up, your smile evident in your voice.
“Perhaps!”
You chuckled silently before heading towards the bathroom as Olly had suggested. The room had a few candles and a balloon on the ceiling, the bathtub filled with water.
“Stingy, when it comes to balloons!” you exclaimed, passing a hand through the water, noting that it was still warm.
“I have my reasons!”
You chuckled again, feeling your heart warm as much as the water. You knew he probably had other things planned, and the fact that he was trying to do lots of little things only made you feel more soft.
It was truly true love with Olly. You were made for each other, your relationship was absolutely inevitable. When he proposed to you, you didn't even hesitate to say yes. And when you started discussing having a child, you didn't hesitate either. Everything made sense when the other person was involved. You were both the perfect person for each other.
While you were enjoying the hot bath, you could hear some commotion in the kitchen. You didn't know what he was doing, but it seemed complicated. There were little squeaks accompanied by your daughter's giggling and cooing.
After a while, you got out of the bath. After letting the water drain, you took the time to dry yourself thoroughly before getting ready. You were curious to know what else Olly had prepared, obviously remembering the noises that had been coming from the kitchen earlier while you were enjoying your bath.
When you stepped into the kitchen, you saw the room decorated with lots of balloons and a 'happy birthday' banner hanging on the wall. Olly lifted your daughter into his arms.
“Happy birthday!” he said cheerfully.
The baby tried to imitate him, but only managed to babble and mumble a vague ‘mama’.You walked up to them to gently kiss your daughter's cheek, then your husband's lips.
“Oh, don’t look too far behind me!” said Olly, trying to block your view of the worktop. “Turn around and close your eyes.”
You obeyed as he placed the baby in its high chair. You heard him hurry to move in the kitchen, hearing paper. You were still waiting when you felt Olly's lips kiss your neck several times, his hands tickling your waist.
“Stop!” you said, giggling, squirming under the tickles.
“You can open your eyes,” he murmured.
Olly kissed the back of your neck one last time before stepping back. At that moment, you were able to turn around and open your eyes. A birthday cake and two birthday packages were on the worktop.
“Partially decorated by the little princess,” he said, pointing to the cake.
“So that’s what the noises I heard from the bathroom were…”
“Yes… a lot of sprinkles ended up on the floor,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck. “I hope you’re still hungry… or we can eat it later, whatever,” he added, slipping his hands into his pockets and moving like a shy teenager.
“Well, I suppose we can eat it tonight!”
"But... I still recommend you blow out the candles now..."
While you were blowing out the candles, the little girl was playing with some sprinkles that were on the tray of her high chair. Olly then first handed you the flattest gift.
“From the most beautiful little princess.”
You opened the wrapping paper and saw a framed drawing. It depicted your daughter's two hands, handprints made with paint in your favorite colors.
“Aw! Her first handprints!”
“And this is just for you,” he said, nodding.
“Beautiful,” you said, before kissing the top of your daughter’s head.
“And from me,” Olly said, handing over the second gift.
You quickly removed the wrapping paper and saw a small box inside. You glanced at your husband before opening it. You then saw the most beautiful piece of jewelry you had ever seen in your life, which was also the one you had spotted when you were shopping together a few days ago.
“Oh, Olly! It’s splendid!” you say, placing the box on the table and taking him firmly in your arms.
“That’s all you deserve…” he said, taking you in his arms in return.
You stepped back and picked up the jewelry, immediately putting it on. You couldn't help but kiss Olly lovingly.
"Thank you, I love you…”
“I love you too…”
The rest of the day consisted mainly of attention from Olly, who had decided to do everything himself. You were the queen that day, only allowed to hug and kiss.
Having spent the whole day together, you had finally fallen asleep, all three of you, on the sofa, your daughter snuggled up against you both, one hand clinging to each parent.
