Author's Note: This story came to me after seeing numerous posts about Dick's birthday. I began to wonder how Rob's 90th would be celebrated, and this resulted. I don't have the final chapter written, but I'll try to ASAP! Many thanks to Leigh Ann (leighann415) for patiently waiting for this to be posted, even partially!

Laura awoke with a smile on her face. It took a moment to remember why she was so happy, but then she recalled what day it was. "Happy birthday, darling." She kissed her husband, waking him.

Rob stirred in his sleep. The first thing he saw was Laura's face. He smiled automatically at the sight. He immediately returned her kiss. "This day isn't really a big deal. I told you that last night. And the night before that. And the night before that, as a matter of fact."

"But, Rob, you only turn ninety once!" For the life of her, Laura could not understand why her husband insisted on downplaying his birthday. Sure, no one likes getting older, but this was such a milestone.

"Yes," Rob agreed. "It's just one day. Tomorrow, things go back to normal."

Laura sighed. Ever since The Alan Brady Show had been canceled some twenty years ago, their lives hadn't been the same. For a few years, Rob continued writing, mostly selling jokes to would-be comedians. But, gradually, people seemed to not want his style of comedy. "Clean" had become another word for "boring." Now their lives revolved around weekly bridge games with the Helpers next door. And, of course, they had each other. That would never change.

Slowly, Laura got out of bed. "I'll go start breakfast," she said. Living in this house for so many years, Laura could literally walk through it blindfolded with no problem. It seemed that everything held a memory for her. Most of them, of course, involved Richie. She smiled as she pictured him playing here in the living room. He was a grown man now, with a son of his own, but Laura still saw him as her little boy.

When she reached the kitchen, Laura forced herself to put her memories aside. If she got caught up in nostalgia, she would get nothing done. Besides, it would depress her, and that was the last thing she wanted on Rob's special day. Making breakfast was easy, considering she'd done it thousands of times before. The only difference now was that Rob would not be rushing off to the office. Laura was startled when the phone rang. She quickly answered it, not wanting to wake Rob if he'd gone back to sleep. "Hello?"

"Hey, Mom. What's Dad up to?" Richie asked.

Laura smiled at the sound of her son's voice. Of course he wouldn't forget his father's birthday. "He's in bed, I think. I'm making breakfast for him. He thinks this should be a day like any other day." She couldn't help sighing.

Richie grinned. "That must mean he doesn't suspect a thing."

"No, I don't think your father has any idea that he's getting a birthday party, whether he likes it or not." Suddenly, Laura could hardly wait for this evening.