John was as excited as you were and it wasn’t even his birthday. He was practically bouncing off the walls when he helped you decorate.

Half an hour passed and no one showed. It had him visibly worried, his bright demeanour subtly dimming.

“Now jist haud on,” John roughly slapped you on the back, shaking his head as he reassured you.

Deep down he knew no one was going to show up. Kids were awful but he didn’t want to let that ruin your special day.

“Ye look lovely, mo leannan.”