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Synopsis: Angel and the twins wake Erik on his birthday.
Erik felt cold as he laid in the bed he shared with three other foster kids. The other children had taken most of the covers for themselves, leaving him to freeze in the cold winter's night. He felt as if he were in a constant nightmare he couldn't wake up from. He couldn't wrap his mind around how one minute his life was fine and the next his entire world was crashing down. He felt so alone. He felt abandoned. He felt angry. He had no one now. No one to be there for him. No one to love him. No one to keep him safe & secure.
This time last year, he woke to his father singing him happy birthday as soon as the clock struck midnight. This year, as the clock struck 12, the abandoned prince could do nothing but weep silently as he laid in a bed filled with strangers.
February 9, 2025
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The atmosphere of the house was that of peace as sleep washed over the Udaku estate. It was as quiet as a mouse with everyone in their own slumber. Everyone that is, except two little twin babies and their mother. No, these three were awake thanks to the children's feeding schedule, this particular feeding happening at 3 am.
The kids had both been breast fed to the point of being "milk drunk" as Angel liked to call it. The only thing left to do would be to put them back to sleep, and on any other morning, she would. This morning, however, was a special one. So instead, Angel took the two lights of her life, and made her way to her husband's suite with bare feet and silk pajamas.
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Erik groaned in his sleep as he felt familiar little hands pinching his lips as two little bodies wiggled on his wide chest. Still filled with tiredness, Erik attempted to hold his children to his chest and return to his slumber. His attempt failed as the hands that were pinching his lips went on to sticking fingers in his nose as their mother laughed softly. "No, Ny Ny." He heard Angel whisper as he felt her remove his daughters fingers from his nostrils.
🎶 Happy birthday, to you Happy birthday, to you Happy birthday, mon amor Happy birthday, to you 🎶
He heard Angel sing softly in his ear, melting his heart. Once she was done singing, she softly kissed his soft cheek, causing him to smile with eyes still closed.
