Surprise Party

I blink slowly at the low sunlight streaming through our lacy curtains. It's unseasonably cold, so I start pulling the blankets to me as I roll over to wrap my arms around you and offer you my warmth…

And find you aren't there.

Coming fully awake, I glance around, thinking maybe you're in the shower, or went to make some breakfast—after all, it is my birthday, the first we've spent together. And I know how you express love.

Seeing no sign of you, I get up and stumble groggily down to the kitchen, but you're still nowhere to be found. But then I see it… next to a freshly brewed pot of coffee is a mug and a note: “Drink Me.” in your lovely scrawl.

“Ah,” I think “a hunt.”

I pick up the mug and eye it critically, but don't see markings of any kind. Shrugging, I pour myself a cup and sit down on the sofa to enjoy the coffee—delicious, of course—and ponder what my next step is meant to be. I glance again at the mug, thinking maybe it's one of those heat-activated ones… but no, still plain white ceramic…

Until I get to the bottom.

Of course you'd put it at the bottom.
For me.

A clue.

And glancing into the mug I smirk. “Oh, babygirl. You always did love a mystery, didn't you?”

Several hours later, after following a trail of clues ranging from blazingly obvious to barely decipherable, I stumble into the restaurant at quarter past one. The frustration that had just started to edge in seems to fade away completely as I hear someone say “There he is…” and glance over just in time to receive a chorus of “Happy birthday!”'s from the waiting crowd of friends and family.

As I walk over, you approach me with a grin. “Was beginning to think you'd never make it!” After a quick kiss, you pull me in for a hug and whisper in my ear “Happy birthday, honey.”

And I squeeze you tight, all warmth and thanks. But I feel your body tense—just a little—as you hear the smirk in my voice when I whisper back “Thank you, bun bun.”

Glad of the excuse to face away from the crowd, you let me hold you for a few more moments… just until the blush leaves your cheeks.

And then we while away the afternoon, laughing and joking with our friends. Once or twice I catch myself thinking “Can I really be meant to be here? Is this really meant for me?” And every now and then, I catch your questioning glance, but all you get back from me is a crooked smile.

That evening, we find ourselves back home, just the two of us after the last guests finally said their “goodnight”'s. And I'll hold you and kiss you and tell you what an amazing day you made for me, showering you with the love and admiration and affirmations I know makes you glow from the inside—

Because you are perfect, absolute perfection, inside and out, and you deserve each and every word…

But babygirl.

Not until after the spanking.

Little fuzzy bunny tail firmly in place.

And then maybe you'll think a little harder about what to surprise me with next year, hm?

Thought so.

Yours.