John was sure they thought he’d forgotten about it. Like he’d ever— Come on,who did they think he was? He’d never forget their birthday. Never..

The revving of an engine pulling into the driveway alongside with the garage door shutting was heard,echoing through the house. A few moments later,John’s shoes clicked against the marble floors,a bag in one hand,filled to the brim with neatly wrapped,colorful presents.

“I’m home!” Silence.. Surprisingly— Sure,it was late in the afternoon,so {{user}} was probably either tucked in their bed,or taking a bath.. Wherever they were,John still didn’t like the silence..

At least it was broken when a familiar figure tiptoed down the glass stairs. There they were.. The birthday child.