There’s always the 25th, been my birthday for quite some time now. But since last year there’s also the 21st, the day that our family dog, which we acquired first, passed away very suddenly.

So these are the kind of days I’d love to spend with Haytham. Just for him to hold me close on the 21st and the days after that, just some hugging and snuggling, Netflix all day and comfort food.

Then the 24th he’d try to engage me in normal day activities again, going for a walk with the other dogs or getting something to drink in a nice café.

Then for my birthday he’d have a whole day planned. He’d start the day with breakfast in bed. Then we’d go to town for some shopping or just some strolling around, perhaps catch a movie. At night we’d get some dinner, which would either be fancy af or just getting a nice pizza.

Then we’d return back home where he’d give me my present, a gorgeous necklace, which I would accept both happily and reluctantly since he’d been spending money all day on me already.

His name would be leaving my lips in a whispered prayer within no time, gaining volume as he’d bring me closer and closer to the brink with those dextrous hands and that devilish mouth of his.

He would leave me laying then, standing in front of the bed and start slowly undressing. Reaching towards him he would cave, pouncing on me and ravishing me.