Asteria
After John, Dad, Mom, and I talked for a bit. Mom asked me about what I wanted for my birthday party. I tell her the same as always: simple.
How about a bonfire? With cupcakes, music, and dancing? That sounds wonderful, Mom replies.
“When exactly is your birthday?” John questions. “Tomorrow,” I shyly state. “Would you like to go for a walk with me, John?” “Yes,” he replies.
He takes my hand, and we walk towards a trail through the trees. It’s so nice holding his hand; I can’t stop touching him. The pull of the mate bond gets stronger every day.
“Is there anything you want for your birthday, Asteria?” “No, that is never something I’ve asked for or wanted. The people I care about, cake, and having fun are the best part of birthdays, in my opinion. Presents have never been a p
