“Holy shit balls Y/N, you’re finally Y/age!” He kisses you the times of your age and hugs you for luck. “You won’t believe the things I’ve got planned for you.” He hands you a long black Tiffany’s box which inside, holds an expensive gold locket; a picture of you two on the inside. You gasp at its beauty.
"Ashton, thank you so much…"
"That’s not all!” He smiles hugely, “You’re in for lots more surprises”
“Happy Birthday baby,” He brings you breakfast in bed. “You’re getting old, gross.” He kids and kisses your forehead. “Shall I serenade you with the birthday song? I think I shall.” He sits beside you as you chew on the bacon. “Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, you look like a monkey and you smell like one too.”
You glare at him and he bursts out laughing. “I’m kidding; I’m kidding…seriously though,” he lights the candle standing in the stack of pancakes and sings with his beautiful voice for real this time, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”
"Birthday girl!” He shouts in your face when you open your eyes. The bedroom is surrounded with gifts and if he screams again, there’s going to be an avalanche. “Or should I say birthday princess,” He smirks as he places a tiara in your ‘I-got-fucked-last-night-and-just-woke-up’ hair. “It’s like you were just one year younger yesterday," He wipes away an invisible tear and sniffles. “My baby’s growing up.” He chuckles and kisses your cheek. “C’mon let’s open your gifts.”
“It’s your birthday and do you know what that means?”
"No? What does it mean?" You speak with no surprise, staring at your red headed boyfriend with a birthday hat on his head.
“Cake and sex, Y/N! The two best things on this planet, right after you of course.” He smirks and throws himself on top of you. “Now get up, baby.”
"I’ll get out of bed when you release Teenage Queen."
"Y/N!" He whines, “Seriously, I got you a lot of shit so you better get the fuck up, get dressed and have fun because we’re about to party." He blows his hot breath in your face. “Come on."
"But I want to hear Teenage Queen! That’s all I wish for Michael," you beg as he begins pulling you out of bed.