"Happy birthday, son!" Grimmjow grinned his widest grin, the light dancing in his turquoise eyes as he pinched the cheek of his youngest son. "Thanks Dad!" The birthday boy smiled back brightly, showing all his teeth just like his old man. Raising his can of beer to his lips, Grimmjow added, "You're a beautiful accident."
"Mom!" whined Tovvie as he banged his fists onto the table dramatically while looking out for his birthday cake.
His mother just giggled at him but then she turned and glared little daggers at Grimmjow. Her tiny little daggers shot at him made it a little hard for him to swallow the beer jammed in his throat. But he forced it down with a gulp and chuckled, "It was just a joke, dear…" He darted eyes to his children and mouthed "Look at your mother." His children responded with their laughs while Orihime creased her brows disapprovingly, but the ends of her lips were lifting up.
"Tovvie, you better cut your cake now, before the candle burns out!" Orihime said in a sing song voice as she leaned forward to the table. "Yea, hurry up and cut the cake!" Jake, their second son, nudged his little brother in the ribs, all excited about the vanilla cake sitting in the middle of the dinner table. "Wait, Tov has to make a wish first, isn't it always like this?" The eldest son stopped his youngest sibling. "Oh, right! Make a wish, Tovvie!" Jake halted his little brother's hand which was almost going to slice the cake into half.
Little Tovvie put down the plastic knife and moved really close to his eleventh birthday cake, his palms on his knees and his head bowed down sincerely. Everyone else stayed still and quiet, silently watching the candle flames lighting up his chubby cheeks and making shadows from his eyelashes. He was another version of his mother, orange-brown hair, eyelashes long like brushes and plump lips spread into a smile. The room was silent except for the football match playing in the television. The spectators' cheers sounded distant as the family soaked themselves in the magical moment of Tovvie's little birthday wish. Everyone jerked back a little as Tovvie's eyelids suddenly made way for a pair of shocking blue orbs with the ocean's colour intensified in the presence of eleven little candle flames. He sucked up a deep breath and blew out the candles in one loud, long blow like a big bad wolf.
"Oh man, what the hell, I'm not going to eat that cake anymore. Urggghn." Jake made a disgusted face at Tovvie who glared at him.
"Then you don't eat." Klaine, the eldest son, looked at Jake from the side of his eye as he said coolly. Klaine had always been quite a 'cold' person especially since he was born with eyes like his father. The cerulean eyes with a hungry leopard living inside the endless depths and the cerulean hair cut short to a crop, showing off his sharp jaw line. If Tovvie was another version of his mother, he was the other version of his Dad. But Grimmjow predicts that one day he might have to look up to his big son since he was already his height when he was only 19. Plus, he drinks milk like it's free. "Hey! I thought just bought this yesterday! FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY. Don't just chug it all down in one friggin' morning, you little rascal!" Grimmjow has to scream this line almost every morning with the crushed and empty 1.5 litre milk carton that he fished out from the rubbish bin in his hand. He once thought of getting a cow for Klaine. Greatest milk supply. No need to buy milk from supermarket. So, all in all, Klaine looks like a gangster and loves milk.
"Gangster." Jake mumbled under his breath and pouted. "What did you say? My cute little brother." Klaine smiled lovingly at him, so it looks, and stretched out his arm over Tovvie to grab the back of Jake's head, his fingers pulling a little too hard on tufts of brown hair. Klaine hates when people call him gangster, especially his annoying little brother. "Ouch, ouch, OW!" Jake gripped on his brother's muscled arm, neither of the two budging at all. Ignoring the lightning above his head coming out from the glares of the two idiots, Tovvie proceeded to cut the cake. Both parents cheered and clapped happily.
"Stop it, you two." Grimmjow kicked Klaine's leg lightly under the table. Having let go of his brother's hair under the stern look from his father, Klaine placed his outstretched hand on Tovvie's shoulder and shook him lovingly like a big brother. "Happy birthday, kid."
"Hey what did you wish for?" Jake turned to face Tovvie and asked curiously while massaging his poor scalp. "I can't tell you! It'll not come true!" Jake gave a little "tsk" but soon turned his attention to the cake. "Oh mom, I want the big one, the big one!" Orihime smiled and passed the biggest piece of cake to him. Jake was kind of like a black hole in the house, he clears up all unfinished food and steals from his brother's plates. Sometimes he forgets his father's vicious headlock and steals from his plate too. But the weird thing is, he never gets fatter. He was not freak-skinny but still quite thin. That is a little disadvantageous whenever he fought with his brother, Klaine. After his Dad and his big brother, he was the third tallest in the house. He had brown hair with a little hint of orange, layered and a little messy. He had blue eyes, not shocking ones like his father's, but gentle ones. It was a little like his Dad's eye colour with white added in. He was not very like his parents, maybe somewhere in the middle of the two. Being a happy sunshine boy, he was quite tanned and energetic. He was the opposite of Klaine. With the two added together, Grimmjow had a big headache. Klaine clears out all the milk and bacon while Jake finishes all the rest.
"Jakey eats a lot, like a pig!" announced Tovvie, a little bewildered.
"Jakey is a pig." mumbled Klaine.
"Jakey just has a very good appetite, Tovvie." Orihime smiled gently at Tovvie and wiped a bit of cream from his mouth. Tovvie smiled brightly at his gentle mother.
"Great cake man! Thanks!" Jake swallowed the last mouth of cake and patted his little brother's head gently. "Happy birthday, bro!" Tovvie beamed at him, his eyes sparkling.
Grimmjow looked at his second son, wide-eyed. "You finished already?" Jake gave his Dad a puzzled look and asked "Yeah, why?" And with that, Grimmjow lost control. He clutched his stomach and fell backwards onto his chair, laughing uncontrollably. The rest of the family could not help but join in as they get infected with his wild laughter. Jake sat quietly and felt very much perplexed as he shrank into his seat. The laughter soon subsided and Grimmjow wiped a tear from a corner of his eye, holding onto the edge of the table weakly. "What?" Jake shouted, a little furious and embarrassed. "Nothing, son… It's just that, it's just that your appetite is amazing." Grimmjow said with very much effort while his throat threatened to let out another heap of laughs again. Jake blushed and pouted. "Oh dear, its not a bad thing, it's adorable!" Orihime added, both her hands on her chest as she looked at him adoringly.
At this moment, Klaine could not help but add on, "Like a pig."
All chaos ensues.
The two brothers wrestled each other on the floor while Grimmjow enjoyed his beer and watched with amusement. Orihime shook her head with a defeated sigh and Tovvie laughed out loudly as he heard a dramatic groan coming out from his second brother.
It was a crazy night but the whole house was filled with warmth while snow fell from sky and rested on the edge of their windows.