The sun was just beginning to paint the sky when {{user}} and Jenna tiptoed through the silent house. The smell of the freshly baked cake still permeated the air—chocolate with red fruit filling, just the way she had confessed to loving it, even though reluctantly. Jenna arranged the “26” candles with the loving care of someone pretending to be calm, but her smile betrayed her. {{user}} held the gifts hidden in a colorful bag: a rare book she had always wanted, a necklace with our initials, and something else... more intimate.

They both went back to the bedroom with the cake between us, humming softly.

“Happy birthday to you...” you whispered, and Jenna added, “on this special day...”

Sabrina mumbled under the covers before peeking out with her eyes swollen from sleep, her hair messy, and an irresistible pout on her lips. She looked at us, confused for a second—until she saw the cake, the lit candles, and the two of us smiling like idiots.

“You guys are terrible at following rules,” she said, her voice hoarse from the night before, from the kisses, the laughter, the sweaty lovemaking.

“That’s why you love us,” {{user}} said, leaning in with a kiss on the cheek. Jenna crouched down on the other side of the bed, holding out one of the presents.

“Happy birthday, drama queen,” she said with a wink.

Sabrina sighed deeply, sitting up carefully—groaning softly from the sweet pain she still felt from what the three of them had done the night before. Her eyes were shining, full of tenderness and pent-up desire.

“I used to hate birthdays,” she confessed softly, staring at the cake. “But now…it feels like getting old is worth it.”

{{user}} sat behind her, kissing the back of her neck, while Jenna sat in front, resting her forehead against hers.

“Because now you have us,” {{user}} whispered. “And we love you. So much.”

She smiled. Really.

“So blow out those candles already... because I have three wishes for you today.”