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With the tray balanced carefully in my hands, I made my way back to Hunter's bedroom, trying not to spill anything. When I opened the door, Hunter was still sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. I placed the tray on the bedside table and leaned over to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek.
"Hunter, wake up," I whispered. "I made you breakfast in bed."
He stirred and opened his eyes, a sleepy smile spreading across his face when he saw the tray. "You're the best," he said, his voice still hoarse with sleep.
I watched as he sat up, propping himself up against the pillows, and took a bite of the sandwich. His eyes closed in pleasure as he savored the flavors. I sat down on the edge of the bed and poured him a cup of coffee, smiling to myself as I watched him enjoy his breakfast.
"Tell me again, why haven't you moved in here? I can't remember the last time I had breakfast in bed."
"You never asked," I said, smiling down at him.
"I'm asking now," he said, his eyes serious suddenly.
"You're still half-asleep Hunter, we'll talk when you're really awake, how about that?" I asked. I had no doubt he was serious, but I wanted time to think. Moving into his home was a serious step, a big one that required deep thought. "Besides, you haven't thought how Mark would feel about that,"
"Right now? Mark loves you more than he loves me," Hunter said, a wry look on his face.
"Come on," I said laughing, then I leaned in and gave him a little kiss. "I'll wake him up,"
"I forgot to tell you, today's his birthday," Hunter said, a worried look on his face. "I have no idea what to do for him."
"Why am I hearing about this now?" I asked. "You're supposed to celebrate his birthday, Hunter!"
"I know, but how? All the boy loves right now is you, pizza, and ice cream," he groaned.
"Come on, we're about to have a very long day," I said, getting off the bed.
"Why?" He queried.
"Get your ass off the bed, we should wake him up now, that's if he isn't already awake. He deserves a birthday song, at least on his birthday," I said. I picked the tray off Hunter's legs so he could get up and held it while he got out of bed. Then I handed it to him and walked out of the room.
We made it to the kitchen to drop off the tray. Mark's plate was still there, uncovered, so I knew he hadn't made it downstairs yet. I shushed Hunter when he started talking and took his hands.
"We don't want to wake him yet," I whispered. We tiptoed up the stairs as quietly as possible and walked down the passage to Mark's door. I giggled softly, we must have taken a weird picture. When we got there, I pushed the door open as slowly as I could, grateful it didn't creak.
Mark was still in bed, his eyes closed, his arms around a soft toy.
"He still sleeps with a toy?" I asked softly.
"Don't ask, it's a compromise," Hunter replied.
We held hands while I bent over close to Mark's ears and started the birthday song, I watched fondly as he stretched first, then his eyes opened, blinked twice, and widened.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you," Hunter crooned beside me, his deep voice reverberating in the room.
Mark smiled, then stretched his hand to his father. I kissed him softly on his hair, whispered a "Happy birthday" and shifted back so his father could lift him.
"Happy birthday buddy," Hunter said to him.
"Today's my birthday!" Mark screamed like it wasn't just the three of us in the room like he was announcing it to a roomful of people.
"That it is. What would you like?" Hunter asked.
"How about no school?" Mark asked. I laughed aloud, the boy would be a good negotiator, going in for the big guns immediately.
"Nope," Hunter said, shaking his head.
I walked out of the room, giving them some time together. I made it back to Hunter's room, picked my phone off the nightstand, and called Delia.
