A/N: Happy happy fluffy fluff to make up for the angst and sadness of other things I'm writing. Also, I really want a cupcake.
54) Cupcake
"It's been almost twenty years and you still remember," Will says incredulously, staring at the tray of cupcakes in front of him. They're chocolate, covered with homemade chocolate buttercream, a recipe she insisted on perfecting in the midst of law school all those years ago.
"How could I forget?" Alicia teases. "I spent an entire year of our lives getting this frosting down to a science. Even after all this time, I just assumed it's still your favorite."
"It is," he says, smiling, and she knows he doesn't just mean the cupcakes.
"Happy birthday," she replies, passing him a cupcake.
