It was not to be unlike any other birthday Molly had experienced before. Birthdays were to her like any other day; off to work, back home, sleep. Of course, living with the two women she loved most, neither Irene nor Janine would allow the time between arriving home and going to bed to be left unused no matter what day it was.
The moment Molly opened the front door, she was greeted by a soft pair of lips against hers. Irene. Oh, sweet delightful Irene. They were interrupted by a sharp "ahem" and when Molly broke away, she caught sight of Janine sitting on the kitchen counter and wearing a frilly pink apron which read "Kiss the chef".
Irene leant towards Molly, her warm breath tickling her neck, and whispered, "It's best to do what the words say."
Molly giggled, pulling Irene along by her hand as she approached Janine and placed a quick kiss upon her lips. "Hello to you, too."
A smug grin then appeared on Janine's face. "You'll never guess what we've got planned for you, birthday girl. It was Irene's idea actually."
"Oh yes. After all," said Irene with a knowing wink at Janine. "I know what she likes."
Molly learnt later that night that no, it truly was unlike any other birthday she had experienced before.