Ava
The day of Cleo’s birthday had finally arrived.
And I was ridiculously excited.
Not because it was going to be some huge celebration. Cleo had made it very clear that she wanted nothing more than a quiet evening with Eric and me.
But that didn’t mean we couldn’t spoil her.
Eric and I had made a pact.
Cleo wasn’t lifting a finger today.
No cooking.
No cleaning.
No chores.
Nothing.
She was going to spend her birthday being treated like the queen she deserved to be.
With Dad’s help, we’d arranged for a couple of Omegas to prepare breakfast for the three of us. Lunch had been handled the same way, and Eric and I had taken care of all the cleaning.
We’d even given Cleo her presents.
I’d bought her a bracelet and the jacket she’d mentioned wanting a few weeks earlier.
Eric had
