Well if Becky never had a shitty birthday before, she certainly had now. She'd been basically ignored all day. No birthday texts from her family at home, or her friends here. She was still sort of expecting Charlotte or at least Bayley to say something, like they did last year but nothing came through. If Becky had more self confidence, she might entertain the thought her phone was broken, and she simply wasn't getting any of the messages, but when even Dean himself didn't say anything to her when he pulled the car up to the hotel, other than his usual "Hey, Irish" then she knew that this was going to turn out to be one of the worst birthdays she had in a while.

When all the people close to you ignored you, even the twitter messages couldn't cheer her up. She couldn't even get herself to retweet any, which would just be petty and trying to draw attention from her friends who still hadn't said anything. When Dean and her got to the arena, she didn't expect anything to change. She didn't have many close friends on the Smackdown roster, and most of the other people hated her. She had this weird sort of friendship with Baron Corbin that had originated at a promotional visit they did during the last European tour (1), but she wasn't expecting a cheerful pick-me-up from him and certainly not from people like The Miz, or Dolph with his new attitude.

Becky loved her job, it pumped her up She never went to work and felt down because she loved it so much, but just being there that day was taxing and she couldn't bring it upon herself muster up the same enthusiasm that she usually had, though she still went out there and tried to fight her hardest to do her job right, as well as to take some frustration at this horrible day out on her unlucky opponent. The one thing that brought a smile to her face was the fact that she was able to pull out a victory and head to the back with a small sense of satisfaction. Dean smiled at her in that way that he always did, his Intercontinental title glinting in the backstage lights. She gave him a smile that she knew he didn't buy, but oddly, when his face should have shifted into one of concern, he just grinned harder.

She didn't have time to think about it, as she watched Dean win his match, quickly pack, and hustle her to the car for the drive to the next town's hotel. Dean was mostly silent, as he chose to drive, and Becky curled herself in a miserable ball in the passenger seat, cursing her best friend for either not noticing or not caring enough to check on her.

It was now almost midnight, and Becky still hadn't gotten any birthday messages and to add on to everything else, Dean had gotten them lost taking one of his short cuts. So now they were getting to the hotel late, and all Becky wanted to do was get there and go to sleep and forget she had aged a year without anyone noticing. How fucking typical that Becky was the overlooked one, yet again. It drove her absolutely mad sometimes.

Meanwhile, Dean seemed to be vibrating in his seat with suppressed mirth and excitement. Becky couldn't understand why; they were just at another hotel. Dean offered to get her bags and she felt shitty enough to let him without complaint, but as she began to walk he grabbed her arm holding her back. She spun and raised an eyebrow, ready to be done with the day.

"You want your birthday present now?"

And if that phrase, said with all the innocence and excitement in the world, didn't both melt Becky's heart and make her furious at the same time. "Oh, you do remember."

Dean gave her a sorry smile. "I never forgot. Just told everyone not to say anything." He began pulling her by the arm like she was some sort of extra bag he had to carry. She let herself be dragged; only digging in her heels in an effort to look like she was putting up a fight.

"You told people to give me the worst birthday ever, by ignoring me? Do you know how it felt to be overlooked again, and the fact that you contributed to-" Becky stopped because Dean had pulled her through the door and around the corner to a closed off section of the lobby where a giant banner was set up, her name on it, along with a cake and some party hats. That wasn't what made Becky's mouth drop open in amazement.

Everyone was there. Her mom was already making her way over with her brother to say hello, while she saw Bayley, bouncing up and down in excitement for her turn with an exasperated Sasha next to her. Somewhere in the back, she saw Charlotte, standing with Sami, a small, almost imperceptible smile on her face, though she looked like she thought she might not belong here. She saw Luke, standing near the front with a happy smile on his face, and a stupid hat on his head with his hair tied back. Becky even caught Baron leaning against the wall near a shadowy corner, Renee trying to coax him into a birthday hat with no fear showing on her face.

Becky was engulfed in a hug from her mother, as tears pricked her eyes. She squeezed the life out of her. Becky hadn't seen her since the European tour, and buried her face in her neck. After several moments and another hug from her brother, she turned to Dean who was watching with a smirk. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out.

Dean smirked harder. "Happy Birthday?"

"You did this?"

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck, as he flushed slightly. "Other people helped. I just had to call an audible when your mom was running late getting here. That's why we got lost. I never get lost unless I want to, Irish. I've told you this." He jerked his head over to her boyfriend, "He probably deserves more thanks than I do, but I'm sure you'll handle that in ways I don't want to think about."

Becky was smiling too hard to swat Dean for his teasing as Renee made her way over, hugging Becky before moving to stand next to Dean. "He undersells himself. He got the flight tickets for your brother and your mom and organized the whole thing. He even made phone calls and went to make sure people were coming in person. Even people from Raw."

Becky felt herself laugh, despite the happy tears that were threatening to pour form her face. The thought of Dean conversing with Bayley or Charlotte, one of whom would hug him and the other who didn't really like him, was too funny of a mental picture to stop herself. She launched herself at Dean and hugged him a tight as she could. "Thank you. This is amazing."

Dean grinned, "One of my best friends was born today. It's like a national holiday. That's the rules."

And as Becky enjoyed one of the best birthdays she'd ever had, she'd never been happier to be wrong in her life.