“happy birthday,” nat murmurs into your hair, tilting her head to graze her lips along your neck.

there’s an array of wrapped gifts on the table in front of you.. big boxes covered in soft pink wrapping paper and smaller ones wrapped in pale white.

“i hope you like them,” nat continues to mumble, arms snaking around your waist to hold you, while her kisses trail down your neck.

she lets you hold up a small box first, a smile twitching at the corner of her lips while she watches.

nat thinks you look pretty.

really pretty.

and.. she likes it when you smile. it makes her want to spoil it more.

nat leans back against the chair, sitting down with one ankle over her knee while she gazes up and down your form.

“you’re pretty,” nat says suddenly, and it makes you pause mid-tear.