Erik was woken by a baby crying.
Sleepily, he rubbed a hand across his face, then patted Andreas’ arm when he felt his boyfriend move.
“It’s fine,” he mumbled. “I got it.”
“It’s your birthday.”
“Mm, and I had my present. And if I’m really lucky, I made a new present.”
A snort. “You’re not that lucky.”
Erik smiled as he swung his legs out of bed and pushed his feet into slippers. Ah, wrong slippers. They bit. He slid them back out, found his own under the bed, and finally stood up.
It had been the perfect birthday. Alright, so Jo had ripped on him mercilessly for being so old that he thought a day with his daughter was better than a night out with the boys, but sod her. It was better. Andreas had got him a perfect picture of Beatriz for his wallet, then when they’d got home and put h
