Chapter.10

February 21

Sunday morning I managed to get up before Sidney. I put on my clock but woke up 5 minutes before it has to run - lucky me. So Sidney didn't notice me getting out of bed and down to the kitchen. Preparing breakfast.
Normally Sidney is always up way before me. At least awake. Than looking at me, caressing me, holding me in his arms. But this day I wanted to be the one who does the breakfast. I made coffee, some toast and put salmon and jam on a tray. Next to a white lily and the cake I'd made the day before.
Of course, when I was back in the bedroom Sidney had noticed my absence. Also he still layed very relaxed, just waiting for me to be back. Right by his side. That he can take me back in his arm.
Anyway - there was no need anymore to be superquiet. I closed the door behind me and put the tray on the bench at the end of the bed.
While I got back under the sheets Sidney watching every step of me. Showing me that he wants me to lay in his arm.
I kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear
'Happy birthday!' and than snuggled to him
'Thank you. I'd never get such a sweet birthdaykiss before' he's teasing me
'So, lucky you. Want some more?' and I started to bombard him with kisses. I kissed every little inch in his face, neck and ears. Every but his lips. Sidney giggling like a cute little child. Having just as much fun as me. Till he made me stop. Grabbing my shoulders. Making me look at him. Than he got his real birthdaykiss. A real real real birthdaykiss.

When I took the tray between us, so we could have some breakfast Sidney smiled so adorable and happy.
'You like it?'
'It's perfect. That's so sweet of you making breakfast for us, darling.'
'Of course I do ... at least once a year. It's your birthday'
I poured us some more coffee. Sidney tried the cake. Me watching him curious. I really hope he likes it. I haven't made a cake for months, but I think my double-chocolate-cake is still okay. Mia, Christopher and Thomas always loved it.
Well, because I couldn't find any marshmellow-icing in London, there was only plain chocolate on top. But I decorated it with some Smarties. And of course there was a candle on it. Which Sidney had blown out a few moments before.
'Where the hell did you get that?' he was asking me after he swalloed his third bite.
'Why? Is it that bad?'
'Bad? No! This is ...' the next piece on his fork pointing at me
'this is the best chocolate-cake I ever had. It is amazing. It's so ... so rich ... so much chocolate. But not too sweet. Just right.'
'You like it?' me asking carefully
'Like it? I love that cake! I guess I'm already addicted to that cake.'
I was relieved that he likes it. I was just smiling and tasting it by myself. Well yes, this one was really extreme smooth and great. I think it's also not bad that the icing is missing.
'Would you now tell me where you got this? Or is that a very huge secret?'
'No. No secret. But ... I didn't buy this cake. I made it all by myself.'
that was deffinitely a surprise. Something Sidney hadn't thought about. He's looking at me. Astonished.
'What? Now you don't like it anymore?'
'You? You did that?'
'Yes. I love to bake cakes. And this is the one I'm doing best. Just had to improve some things.' me now smiling. Yes, very proud of myself. I made him speachless. I surprised him.
'Would you please, please promise me somthing? Don't make that cake very often. I can't stop myself eating it. It's so delicious.'
'But ... you don't want to eat it? Because ... it's so delicious?' me asking confused
'No. I will get fat as an Orca if you bake that more often.' and he is smiling at me. The most wonderful smile ever.

We ended our breakfast around 1 pm. And because the weather was really nice, still snow outside but sunny, we decided to go to Hyde Park for a walk.
Of course Sidney got something material from me to his birthday, too. I discovered him being a big fan of art-books - I got him the new exhibition-catalogue from MOMA. Going along with the promise to visit it next time we are in America.
We ate at some chinese-fastfood because Sidneys didn't want to go to a restaurant for diner. And than we'd been at a Pub. The one we'd visited at our first date. Yes, it was very romantic. Together we reflected our first evening. Sidney told me he wanted to kiss me every second. While I just couldn't believe that a man of his range is interested in me - as a good friend.

Back at home we were sitting on the couch for a glass of whiskey. Both of us very relaxed and happy.
'You know that was the best birthday for years. For decades.'
'I'm glad you enjoyed your day.' me lying in Sidneys arm, resting at his side
'Enjoyed is much too less to describe how awesome this day had been. But the best of all, you shared it with me.'
'Of course I did. I'm kind of a part of your present.' me smiling wickedly while my hand is running down his chest. Down to his waist. To open his belt. To open the button of his pants.
'You are the best that ever could happen to me' he growled, made me lie down on the couch. While he started to kiss and undress me.