Happy Birthday, Baby Redux
This was for Gail’s birthday, 2/25/14. Mark happens to share the day with her. The Oscars were held March 2 in 2014. And since this story takes place that year, quite a bit has occurred since Mark and Quinn promised each other “forever” in 2003.
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I scowled at the calendar Quinn had tacked up on the wall on New Year’s Day. January had been an ordinary month, but then he’d flipped the page to February, and the 25th had a big heart drawn around it. When I’d seen it, I’d groaned. “For piss sake, Quinn.” It was my birthday. I’d grabbed a red magic marker and drawn a heart on the twelfth, for his birthday. “There.”
He’d laughed and kissed me. So okay, the kiss made it worthwhile.
Now the day itself had arrived, and it still would have been worthwhile—if
