"Happy Birthday to you..." I hear Rhodes's soft husky voice singing quietly in my right ear, waking me up from my slumber. I open my eyes and blink quickly at the light as I come to my senses. I see Rhodes shirtless, sliding back under the covers beside me, carrying a tray filled with breakfast foods. As I sit my body up and listen to his surprisingly lovely singing voice, I see that there is a lone pink candle slid into the stack of pancakes, flickering as he places the tray down on the linen.
"Happy birthday dear Amelia, happy birthday to you," he finishes his song by placing a delicate kiss on my cheek. My lips turn upwards as he picks up one of the plates and holds it up to me.
"Go on, make a wish," he instructs softly. I grin at him for a moment, his eyes look back at me filled with happiness and something else, maybe peace? He is in our bubble; where the outside world and our obvious differences and issues don't matter. Where we can just be two people having fun, being happy with one another, maybe falling in love. I love being in that space, and it's not a space I allow myself to be in very often. And so, I close my eyes, wish to be in our bubble for as long as possible, and blow out the candle.
"Woohoo," Rhodes cheers as the flame is extinguished with the pride of someone who has witnessed something extraordinary. Though maybe me forcing myself to be less cynical about myself and my relationship is something extraordinary.
"This is so sweet," I laugh as I look over the spread of food he has brought up. The sight of eggs, bacon, sausages, French toast, waffles, pancakes, fresh fruit, and pastries makes my mouth water. "Thank you," I look back up at him as he takes one of the mugs on the large tray and takes a small sip of it.
"Not a big deal really, the kitchen downstairs did most of it," He shrugs with a slight smile, obviously referring to the staff in the hotel kitchen. "However the candle; all me," he boasts proudly, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
"And the candle was the best part," I laugh lightly before leaning upward to kiss his cheek. He hasn't shaved in a few days, and I can slightly feel the little hairs starting to grow. It's odd how much I love it though, the feeling of his stubble scratching against my inner thigh last night kind of drove me wild. Maybe I should tell him not to shave for a while.
"What's got you all blushy, baby?" He asks after a mouthful of eggs. I've opted to start with the waffles, cutting myself a small piece whilst I think of an excuse as to not reveal my slight shame of being horny so early in the morning.