Why are you smiling at your phone so hard?I ask, words an indecipherable mess, when I peer up at him. My cheek squishes against his shoulder before I pull away, back to his front as I settle between his legs. His arm firmly curls around my waist, the palm of his right hand rubbing my thigh before he buries his face into my neck, inhaling my scent and choosing to ignore my question.

If I tell you, you're going to laugh,he grumbles. It's stupid.

A snort falls from my lips, patting his thigh when I feel his muscles flex at my touch. I thought our relationship would've meant we're comfortable enough to speak our mind.

He retracts his statement, shaking his head in panic. No, no. It's not that... I was just- I was thinking of you.

Me?The surprise in my voice has Judah staring at me blankly.

No, the page three model. Yes, you. You doughnut,he grumbles sarcastically, fingertips pinching the skin of my inner thigh. And although his touch brings me warmth, I want to do nothing more than kick his pretty face in.

I yelp at the contact and ram my elbow into his side. That's cute. I was thinking of the sushi you lied about,I frown, turning away.

Though there isn't much room for me to turn or much space for me to go, because we were sat on the hood of his car, staring into the blinding city lights. Turns out he took me to his favourite spot in London-the exact spot I've been meaning to visit but never had the chance to-it overlooks the city, and the beauty of it all is enough to have you in awe.

He hums into my neck, pressing a soft kiss against my shoulder until he's pulling away again to catch a glimpse of his phone. Was he on a tight schedule?

It's not my fault you dropped it all over my car seat, which might I add, I just got cleaned,he frowns. You're so lucky you have my heart.

I can't help but grin at his words, tilting my head up to bring my lips to his, inviting him into a soft kiss. You have a way with words, Judah Savestano. I'm so lucky to have you.

Hm, I beg to differ. I'm the lucky one...he says lowly. I feel the vibrations of his words against my back, leaning into the comfort of his arms. You're stuck with me forever, Aiyana Sen.

Forever?I can't help but ask.

He laughs softly and nods. Forever, always.No take-backs.

My heart swells in happiness and I'm so full of love. So full of love for Judah and everything he embodies. I'd never thought I'd see a day where I'd find myself falling harder and harder, but I'm not afraid of the drop.

I'm not afraid because I have Judah to catch me.

No take-backs,and the smile on my lips doesn't falter.

We sit in silence, admiring the city lights, soaking in the presence of one another. Judah's fingertips tease my skin as he kisses along the length of my shoulder. Our legs are entangled beneath the blanket that covers are lower half, protecting us from the cold.

His phone eventually lights up once more, alerting him of a new notification; instead, he turns it away. I shift in position to stare up at him in confusion.

And when Judah smiles down at me, the clock strikes twelve.

Hands cupping my cheeks, I can't help but release a soft gasp at the contact, placing my hands above his own. I expect him to pull me into his chest, but no. He lowers his head until our faces are inches apart; his warm breath tickles my cheek, lips brushing my own.

Happy Birthday, love,he whispers against my lips and with that, he tightens his grip on me.

He remembered.

Of course, he remembered.

Our lips meet in the middle, into a sweet, sweet kiss-God, I never want this, this feeling, this rush, to end-warm and enticing. Gentle, yet firm and everything I love about Judah, until he pulls away.

I don't register the sudden burst of fireworks above us, loud and bright, casting a kaleidoscope of colours around us. I'm almost certain it's a coincidence, that there have to be hundreds of others that share the same birthday with me, until the thought is buried away.

Because from the corner of my eye, I spot not one, not two, but ten different bodies. My eyes widen in shock and I don't know why I want to cry, but I do. So when the first cry of joy bubbles from my lips, Judah pulls me into his firm chest.

He simply laughs at my reaction and rubs my back. I should tell you all to fuck off for making my girl cry,he jokes, fingers running through my hair in comfort.

There's a murmur of disagreements; I can even make out a faint 'fuck you, she was ours before she was yours'.

Kazuo snorts at Judah's comment as I hear him say, Your girl's a snowflake, Judah-ew, that doesn't even sound right to say.

I peer up at Judah, chin resting against his pectoral; maybe it's comes as second nature to him, or maybe it's because he's a territorial male, but he moves his hand to secure itself around the back of my head. Before I can question his movements, he has me in a lip-lock, smirking into the kiss when his palm finds its way to my ass.

We ignore our friends. We ignore the jeers. We ignore the hoots.

I love you, I want to say. I love you. I love you. I love you. I fucking love you.

I'm so overjoyed at the thought.

I. Love. You.

My cheeks are burning red when we eventually pull away, chest heaving as I attempt to catch my breath. I barely register my feet planted firmly on the cobbled ground. Although, it's Judah's arm that keeps me upright and steady.

Isobel and Cobie take baby steps in my direction, carrying a poorly decorated birthday cake. The sound of fireworks is suddenly overcome with the terrible singing belonging to Judah and my best friends-it makes me want to do nothing more than sew my ears shut-but I couldn't complain.

I'm with the people I love and the man of my dreams, and for once, I don't think it can get any better than this.

After all, this is my family.

judah and aiyana's love language is sending memes to each other idc

as usual, lemme know what you thought! deffo a lot happier with this one

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