When I woke up, I was expecting to feel the usual 230 pound body lying on top of me, squashing my ribs into my lungs, but found that I was actually laying on top of a warm, hard chest. It took me a few seconds to come too, but when I finally opened my eyes, Vincent spoke lowly down to me, "Happy birthday baby."

I smiled up at him, "You remembered."

"Mhm." He confirmed with a hum, "I got a couple of gifts for you too, but I decided I'd give you one right now, yeah?"

I furrowed my brows, as I looked around for a gift, but he just let out a smirk as he made his way down my body, pulling off the spandex that I sleep in, "No panties huh? Feels like it's my birthday." He grinned, rubbing his knuckle over my bare center. "So wet, huh baby?"

Vincent took his time eating me out, a mix between sucking on my clit and doing that thing he does with his fingers that makes me want to burst instantly, then leading me downstairs to show me the extravagant things he did.

There was a large 'happy birthday' banner placed along the kitchen wall, paired with a few balloons. Sitting on the counter was a bouquet of flowers, a large tray of chocolate covered fruits, and a stack of hardcover books.

He knows me so well

"Vincent, when did you do all this?" I asked looking up at him with a large, uncontrollable smile.

He placed his hand on the back of my head, massaging it, "After you fell asleep last night I got some decorations set up, and this morning I had the rest delivered."

"You didn't have to do any of this Vincent." I told him, as tears filled my eyes.

"None of that today," he demanded, picking me up and planting me on the counter as he grabbed my face, using his thumb to wipe my tears, "I wanted to do all of this for you, my love."

I reached my hand up to encase his hand that was resting on my face, and maneuvered his ring up his finger while admiring the small lettering, giving it a kiss.

"Before I forget." He mumbled, while opening a drawer and pulling out a small velvet box that read 'Cartier'.

"You didn't." I smiled widely, which made him chuckle, "You don't even know what's in there."

I rolled my eyes as I opened the box and saw it was a pair of dainty gold hoop earrings, littered with small diamonds, "It matches my ring." I smiled at Vinnie who replied, "Mhm. Matches your necklace too."

"Necklace?" I questioned.

Vince pulled out another matching velvet box, which made me groan even harder, "Vince, stop."

"You don't even know what's in there. It may just be a peanut." He smiled down at me.

I rolled my eyes, opening the box and saw a golden necklace that matched my rings and earrings, "Vincent this it too much."

Vince scratched his neck, "If you seriously don't like them, we'll return them-"

"Vincent, I'm actually in love with them." I confirmed.

"Is that the only thing you're in love with?" He questioned.

I scratched my head in mock confusion, "Yeah I think so?"

"Not funny." he answered, and I pulled him in for a kiss, pulling away barely a centimeter before telling him, "I love you very much, Vin. No one's ever done anything like this for me, looks like you took my birthday virginity too!" I laughed out, casing him to smile and kiss me again.

"You deserve the world, baby." He grinned down at me, "I also figured since you make me breakfast and lunch every day, and of course I appreciate more than you know, that I would take the reins on food. Since we both know I can't cook worth shit, we're gonna go out to lunch with Donnie and Lucas." He confirmed.

"Oh my god, Donnie's gonna freak at my new jewelry!" I gushed, while Vincent clipped the necklace behind my neck, planting a small kiss.

-

"No. Fucking. Way." Donnie's jaw dropped, looking at me, then at Vin and back to me, "Tell me this man did not get you matching Cartier jewelry, tell me I'm dreaming! Lucas! Pinch me!"

Lucas quickly reached his hand across the booth we were sitting at, and pinched the skin on his face pretty harshly, causing Donnie to yell, "Ouch! You fucker I was just kidding!"

Lucas rolled his eye and Donnie continued, "Lucas, why don't you get me things like that, I want Cartier." He wined.

"You just called me a fucker and you want to know why I won't buy you Cartier? I bet Ezra doesn't call Vincent a fucker." Lucas rolled his eyes.

"Not to his face." Donnie scoffed.

"You called me a fucker?" Vincent looked down at me like he was insulted.

I glare at Donnie, "Thanks for that Donnie."

He let out a sheepish laugh, "Sorry Ez. Didn't mean to throw the birthday girl under the bus. But going back to Vincent, Cartier? Really?"

"What can I say," He grinned cockily, placing his hands behind his head and leaning back in the booth, "I love my wife. Maybe you should follow my lead, Lucas."

Lucas scoffed, "No, you love that Ezra doesn't have a gag reflex." Lucas grumbled out.

My mouth dropped open, "Vincent!" I gasped, smacking his arm.

Why the flying fuck would he tell him that?!

"See if I tell you anything again." Vincent grumbled out toward Lucas, "Ezra, baby I-"

He cut himself off when he saw the glare on my face, "No, it's fine. Don't worry about it."

"Really?" He confirmed, with a skeptical look in his eye.

Idiot

"Yeah, and while your at it, go ahead and tell him all about the forced vow of abstinence your about to take." I laughed.

"Not funny." He looked at me with a serious expression.

I wasn't really that upset, I mean, I've told Donnie about the stuff Vincent and I have done before, so what was the real difference? I knew he wasn't being disrespectful about it, and if he was, then he really would take a mandatory vow of abstinence.

The waiter soon brought out our food, and we began eating as Donnie stared talking, "In more serious news." he paused, taking Lucas's hand in his own, "We actually got some big news yesterday."

"Good news?" I questioned.

"Very good news." He confirmed with a smile, "You know how we put in those applications last year at that one adoption agency."

"Yeah, did you hear back?!"

Donnie had mentioned to me a few weeks back that Lucas and him were wanting to start a family, but the process had been so slow and he had lost a lot of hope.

"Yeah, we did actually!" He cheered, "We have a meeting tomorrow morning with a family who picked our application. Only thing is, the woman who's pregnant is 37 weeks. That means if she picks us tomorrow, we could have a baby by, well, tomorrow!"

"Oh my God! No way, that's so exciting!" I exclaimed, "Donnie we're gonna have to go shopping for you! Do you know the gender?"

"It's a boy!" he confirmed, "We have some stuff, but tomorrow if we get approved, we'll have to go get everything!"

"Congratulations man." Vincent confirmed, then turned to Lucas, "You ready to be a dad?"

"Yes and no, we've wanted this for so long and it's crazy we may be parents next week, but I'm excited." He ran a hand over his face, "Y'know, I'm surprised you guys aren't parents yet."

Vincent ran a hand over my back, he knew I was a little sensitive about the baby subject, and that I hadn't mentioned to Donnie that I could naturally have children.

"We will be." Vincent said smiling down at me, "Right now we just appreciate it being us."

We ended up staying and talking for a little over an hour chatting, before parting ways. I demanded that Donnie call me first thing tomorrow after the meeting, and wished him good luck.

After we got home we were sitting in the media room snuggled up in a blanket, watching a comedy special when Vincent got a phone call.

Vincent answered the phone, "Yeah?"

He listens to the person on the other line, before answering out a few curt responses and hanging up, "I'll be right back, hold on a second."

"Your leaving?" I asked, slightly disappointed.

a lot more than slightly

"I'm not leaving baby, your last present just got here."

"Vincent you did not need to get me anything else."

"Yeah yeah, just sit here."

Vincent was only gone for a few minutes, before reentering and holding a hand behind his back.

"Close your eyes and hold out your hands."

I have him a skeptical look, but did as he asked anyways, closing my eyes and holding out my hands.

I felt something warm and very light placed on my palm, and Vin told me I could open my eyes.

I did so immediately and saw a tiny little kitten resting on my palms, and I literally wanted to die.

"Vincent, please tell me your not joking." I smiled, looking up at him.

"She's all ours." He confirmed, as I pulled her to my chest, snuggling her.

"What's her name?"

"We'll have to give her one, I guess." He decided, sitting back down next to me.

"That's too much pressure." I decided.

We went back and forth on names for a few minutes, but nothing was fitting so we decided that we would wait until we saw a little more of her personality, and then go from there.

"If it's this hard to think of a name for a fuckin' cat, think of how hard it's gonna be to name our children." Vincent let out with a chuckle.

"Naming our children will be terrible," I agreed, "I have like a dozen not names picked out, but girl names? Nothing."

"Well that's perfect, because I want a girl, and I happen to have the perfect name planned."

"You want a daughter?" I asked him, as he pulled my legs into his lap.

"Of course." He furrowed his eyebrows, "Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know, just surprised me I guess."

I was so used to men saying stupid shit like, 'I don't ever want a daughter, sons are better blah blah blah', although I knew he would never say anything like that, it was comforting to hear.

"So what's the name?" I questioned with a raised brow.

"February." He stated.

"Names of the months are outdated. Plus, why not pick a cuter month?" I giggled.

"February is the month I met you." He declared. "February 17th, the best day of my life."

Saying I was stunned was an understatement, my jaw dropped and tears filled my eyes as he continued, "Though I wouldn't mind naming her Ezra."

"The thought of seeing you pregnant, carrying my baby with a big, round belly," he grinned, lifting my shirt and kissing my stomach, "Let's have a baby, this talk is getting me excited." He smiled.

The thought of having kids with Vincent made me smile too, "You wanna have a baby with me?"

"Of course I want to have a baby with you. Have I ever done something to make you think I wouldn't want a baby with you?" He joked out, "I mean, I'd do anything you asked of me, we could have a hundred if you wanted."

"I don't want a hundred babies," I confirmed, "But I mean, you're ready for a baby?" I asked.

I knew I wanted to be a mother my whole life, I wanted to be better than the parents I had. I'd also been wanting to bring it up for a couple weeks, but I knew we should probably wait until after the stuff with my dad calmed down.

"I'm ready whenever you are. Just say the words." He answered, running his fingers through my hair, kissing me softly.

"Maybe in a few months we'll call the doctor?" I asked, "After my dad calms down a little."

"That sounds perfect, besides, while I'll love our children, I don't mind having you all to myself."