Thank you to Witbeyondmeasurexox for reviewing, here is the next chapter; a year on:


The candles flicker as the singing begins; 'Happy Birthday To You' the voices cry out, 'Happy Birthday To You, Happy Birthday Dear James, Happy Birthday To You.' I stand by the side of the highchair, watching as Dan carries out the cake, rich, chocolately and heaven to taste. A smile finds its way onto my lips as I flashback to last night, remembering when Dan and I made the cake, messing around like in one of our youtube videos, whilst James soundly slept, tucked under his little blue blanket that my mum had knit him. I remember Dan sticking his fingers into the mixture whilst he thought I wasn't looking and shoving the leftovers into my face when we were done. The singing stops and Dan holds the cake close enough so that James can see it, but not too close that he could grab at the candles. James squeals with delight at the pretty lights, and I help him to blow the candles out, which is followed by a large round of applause from our family and friends. Dan places the cake on the side, and grabs his camera, another picture for the scrapbook. Soon enough, James is surrounded by cooing family and friends who are desperate to pick him up and soak up his little laugh and childhood smile. The room becomes very crowded and I feel Dan's hand snake around my waist as he pulls me to the kitchen, the cake in his other hand. Once we reach the kitchen, he puts the cake down on the side, before kissing me, causing me to lean into him even more. "Time to cut the cake." I say with a beaming smile once we break apart.

"Can you believe it?" Dan says "One whole year?"

"I know." I reply adding, "I love you" on the end.

"Are you sure it's not too soon for those words?" says Dan, feigning shock, his voice dripping with sarcasm before leaning in and kissing me again, this time deeper. Then, I feel his warm breath against my ear as he whispers "me too, more than words can say." and I kiss him quickly on the cheek before reaching for the cool blade of the knife and cutting the cake into equal pieces, feeling Dan's eyes watching me, love burning bright in his irises.