Brella POV
“Happy birthday Brella.” He said as I gasp looking at the small cake in front of me that has the letters Happy birthday Brella skillfully written on it. The little mini cake has the shape of a heart and its almost the same size as the plate its on and just around it lies a necklace with my birthstone in it and our initials.
I look up at him and his eyes held so much love in them. Words cannot say how happy I am now. I mean do I say thank you? Can that even portray my feelings correctly? I feel somewhat bad, in front me sat the love of my life, who is spoiling me unconditionally and I have nothing to give him right now.
“Brella you don’t have to give me anything.” He said breaking my thoughts. “Just being with me and having my pups is all I could ever ask for.”
Its as if he
