can you make an imagine where dacre accidentally forgets you birthday(mine is christmas eve so it’s easy for people to forget all about it) and tries everything to get you to forgive him. love your writing and you💘💘
Oh my sweet, sweet anon, we share the same birthday! I know how it is for everyone to forget it. And another thing about Christmas Eve birthdays, I have never had any friends hang out on my birthday, because they were all out of town or busy with their family for Christmas sigh.
You sat grumpily at the dinner table after a long day. You and Dacre had gone to 3 different Christmas parties with different friends and family. You had texted all of them telling them to keep quiet about your birthday. You wanted to see if Dacre remembered. Considering you woke up this morning to Dacre telling you good morning before disappearing for a shower, you thought he was just planning something special for later in the day.
Though the day dragged on and there was no special surprise later in the day. Dacre never mentioned your birthday and the day seemed to drag on slower and slower. You had gone to different parties, receiving happy birthday wishes from everyone except for who it truly mattered. Some friends even gave you birthday presents, though you were able to get away with it considering they were wrapped in the typical Christmas wrapping paper.
You dragged your finger along the tip of the wine glass letting out a small sigh. Your heels were still tight on your feet and your dress still clinging to you. You had barged through the door after being silent on the car ride home, only to make yourself a glass of wine and sitting down at the table.
Dacre followed behind, sitting down at the table in the chair across from you. “No glass for me?” He rested his elbows onto the table. He had known something was wrong with you and was attempting to lighten it with humor to no avail. You simply rose the glass to your lips before taking a sip, resisting the urge to make a snarky comment to him.
“You look tired.” He spoke again, his tone soft and gentle. You remained stiff in your disposition. He knew the second you got into comfier clothes and crawled into bed that you would be better. Your comfort was typically found in your shared bed with Dacre. You would come home frustrated and shut down till you were tangled in the soft sheets. You would tell Dacre everything once you were finally in bed and comfortable.
“Do I look aged? Like I’m another year older.” The comment came out of your mouth with more malice than expected. You couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out and when they were out. They hung in the air for a moment before you finally looked up to see Dacre. His jaw was slacked as he realized what today had been.
“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.” He ran his fingers through his hair creating ruffles through out them. Your eyes fell from him to the table trying to hide any disappointment in your face. “I completely forgot that it was today. I do have presents for you though, I didn’t completely forget it.” Dacre’s palms laid flat on the table, his posture was slouched over the table.
“Don’t worry about it, it happens. I’m going to bed.” You muttered, reaching down to tug your heels off. “It happens, but I shouldn’t have forgot. You’re my girlfriend, you’re my number one priority and I forgot the day that brought you into the world and into my life.” He was sounding frustrating with himself. You could feel the tears forming in your eyes as you tried to focus on tugging your second heel off, the tears blurring your eyesight.
You left the heels where they were on the floor. You stood up beginning to walk to your room. “Could you clean this up please? I really just want to go to sleep.” You looked back when you were a distance away to hide your tears. Dacre nodded in response. “Just let me have some time alone, please.” Your voice broke on the last part as your feet continued to your bed.
You washed off your makeup and changed into your pajamas before crawling into bed. You laid there for a while, you knew it wasn’t a big deal for him to forget your birthday. Plenty of people had forgotten your birthday before and not shown as much remorse as Dacre had. You could hear Dacre bustle through the house, putting the glass into the sink before it was quiet again.
After a while, you heard the chair in the kitchen scrape against the floor and your heels being picked up from the floor. You quickly closed your eyes when you heard the door open. You heard Dacre set your heels on the floor. You listened as his footsteps got closer to you.
He pushed your hair out of your face before planting a kiss on your temple. He ran his thumb down your cheek. “I’m an idiot who doesn’t deserve you, but happy birthday, my love.” He pressed a kiss against your temple again before disappearing into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
You realized at this point that he was genuinely regretful about forgetting your birthday. When he came back out of the bathroom, you moved over, leaving room for him, and opening your arms to him. You could see him let out a breath that you didn’t know he was holding. He crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around you.
He pulled you into his chest, you rested your head against his shoulder. “I’m so sorry.” He muttered into your hair. “It’s okay.” You whispered, relaxing into his touch. “Boxing day is going to be all about you, I promise you.” He spoke more confidently. You laughed before nodding, “But first let’s conquer Christmas.”