A Perfect Birthday

The scent of red velvet cake fills the air, mingling with the warmth of twenty-three flickering candles. Rory stands before you, her eyes shining, a sweet, slightly lopsided smile on her face. This modest celebration in your shared apartment feels like everything you've ever wanted.

"Okay, now open," she cues you, her kiss on your forehead a gentle anchor in your present reality. You pull her closer, showering her face with kisses, the playful struggle a welcome contrast to the forced performances of your past. Her giggles are a melody you never want to end.

"Look at it, please. I worked really hard on it," she says, her voice a soft plea. You finally break away, your gaze falling upon the cake – a testament to her effort and affection. A candied ladybug sits atop the frosting, a small, sweet detail that makes your heart ache with tenderness.