It was 12:00 sharp and Delilah was still in sleep when she felt someone waking her up.. She rubbed her eyes only to find that the person waking her up was none other than her husband.. She instantly got up and sat on the bed.. She could see the room was dark inside and the kids were sleeping.. Before she could ask something to him, he held her hand and took her out with him at the Poolside.. Delilah was confused.. What did he want?? Why was he taking her out.. The moment they came out, Delilah saw the Whole Poolside decorated with small lights and there at the Centre she found a small Table with a Chocolate Cake on it..He remembered it was her birthday? That's surprising.. And most importantly, did he plan to celebrate this? She couldn't believe it.. Her eyes were surely sparkling with the small lights there and seeing the decoration outside there was a smile on her face.. A Smile that he waited to see , a smile that for the first time was because of her husband's efforts.. A smile
Stephen, carefully lighting the candles on the cake, spoke with a touch of warmth, "Your favorite cake."Delilah's demeanor had shifted, reverting to her usual self. She found herself wondering why he even bothered with the birthday celebration. Folding her hands, she turned away, seemingly unmoved by his efforts.Stephen's patience wore thin as he implored, "Come here and cut the cake, Delilah."Yet she remained resolute, her gaze still averted. "I won't."Exasperation tinged his voice. "What the...! Why?" Stephen demanded, frustration lacing his words. "Delilah, do you even realize I arranged all of this, despite knowing I have an early morning meeting tomorrow? I don't expect gratitude, but at least cut the cake. What's gotten into you?"Delilah's response was unwavering. "Nothing's wrong with me, Stephen. The problem lies with you. Why did you even bother doing all this? I never asked for a birthday celebration. I remember a time when I wished for such gestures from you, but you n
NEXT MORNINGDelilah's announcement caught Stephen's attention. "Taking Nathan along with me today," she said with a determined smile.Stephen's curiosity piqued. "Where?" he inquired, wondering about their destination.As Delilah gently moved Nathan onto the bed, she revealed, "Kevin's pack."Seeing her actions, Stephen clenched his fingers in thought. "For what reason?" he asked, wanting to understand her intentions.With a heartfelt expression, Delilah replied, "Today's the day I wish to be with my close ones."The meaning behind Delilah's words was clear to Stephen. He couldn't deny her request now. Silently acknowledging, he made his way indoors, gesturing for Nathan to prepare for a shower. After an hour, Stephen emerged, freshly dressed, only to find an empty room. He got ready and headed downstairs, intrigued by the unfolding plans.************LIVING ROOM"Awww, My Nathan baby.. Cutiepie. How good are you at playing football!"Jennifer and Damon were busy playing football ins
"And here it is," Kevin's voice carried a sense of triumph as he set the cake on the table. Delilah's face lit up with a genuine smile, her eyes tracing the familiar sight of a chocolate cake before her.Nathan's voice piped up, a hint of playful complaint lacing his words. "Again? Chocolate cake?" His tone held a touch of amusement as he addressed Kevin, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "You know, Kevin Uncle, even Dad got the same cake for Mommy." His revelation hung in the air.Kevin's expression betrayed a hint of dissatisfaction at being unintentionally outdone.Jennifer, ever the voice of practicality, chimed in. "Okay, guys, enough of tempting us now." Her words carried a light-hearted tone, a gentle nudge to move things along. "Delilah, come on, cut the cake."Damon's agreement followed promptly, her voice carrying a note of eager anticipation. "Yes, Delilah," he added, a mixture of enthusiasm and hunger evident in his tone, "we're so hungry. Take this knife and let's dig in."
Stephen - Delilah'S ROOMNathan's curious eyes sparkled as he gazed at the intricately wrapped gift, a vivid contrast against the warm backdrop of Kevin's house. The anticipation hung in the air, building with every passing moment.With a gesture filled with youthful excitement, Nathan extended the gift towards Delilah, his small hands trembling slightly with anticipation. A soft smile graced Delilah's lips as she accepted the gift, her fingers brushing against his in a tender moment that encapsulated their bond."Mommy," Nathan's voice was a mixture of eagerness and curiosity, "What's inside? Open it!"Delilah's smile widened, and she placed the gift gently aside, her focus momentarily shifting. "I will do that later, my dear," she said, her voice holding a promise as she beckoned him closer, "Come here, let me put you to sleep."A playful protest escaped Nathan's lips, his growing independence evident. "Mommy, I'm not a baby anymore. I'm all grown up now. You can't put me to sleep li
"Where are you going?" Delilah asked with a frown, seeing him entering the room and directly getting inside the walk in closet. She got confused when she saw him walk out of the room in jeans and a casual white shirt. His eyes darted everywhere else but Delilah even though he knew she was staring at her. He could feel her stare as he ignored her and walked toward the dressing table to wear his cologne and wrist watch. She got frustrated and walked toward her. When he still didn't pay attention to her, she forcefully turned him around to face her. "Didn't you hear me? I asked you a question. Where are you going this late at night?" She asked with a frown. "You didn't give me any rights on you. So, from which right, are you questioning me?" He asked in a blank tone, making her look at him with a shock."So we're not going to talk about anything that has been going on the whole day?" Delilah questions, breaking the awkward silence."There's nothing to talk about." Stephen shrugged, st
THE NEXT MORNING "Where are you going?" Stephen's cold and domineering voice stopped her at her track. She was standing at the exit of his pack house when she heard him. Without looking she was hurrying away from there. She was still angry at him for yesterday night's behaviour. "None of your business." She said in a disinterested tone after he stood in front of her, blocking her exit. "That's now how you treat your husband, mate." Stephen taunted while eyeing her with a dark look on his face. "My apologies, dear mate. Please accept my wholehearted apology. I am sure you have a lot to do. I won't take up your time anymore." She said all those positive words with absolutely no emotions on her face. "Excuse me." She pushed him aside before making an attempt to walk away. But her attempt was fruitless as she was stopped after hardly taking one step away from him. He held her hand and pulled her back in front of him. "I have asked you a question." He reminded him in a cold tone which
IN THE EVENING "Are you ready for the party?" He asked in a low tone as he glared at her. He was angry. His eyes darkened as he figured the thing out which was distracting him. It was a scent! A male's scent which was on her! "Yes, let's go!" She whispered once again in annoyance while ignoring his glare. "Where were you?" He asked, completely ignoring the conversation which was going on. The sudden possessiveness in his tone caught her off guard. She looked at him in confusion."Shopping…? You know that. What happened?" She scowled at him. "Who have you been with?" He asked, his tone getting dangerously low and intimidating. It was giving her chills as she looked at him in pure confusion."What do you mean-...?" She hardly completed her question when he suddenly picked her up and threw her over his shoulder in front of his friends. He walked toward the stairs taking long and angry strides. He was really angry. "What the hell is wrong with you?! What are you doing? Put me down!