Warnings: none
"Can you believe Dallas turns eight today?" Daisy giggled excitedly as she and Daniel sprinted up the stairs towards their son's room. She held a plate which carried a slice of black forest cake: Dallas's favorite. Daniel laughed as he followed his wife upstairs, gripping a shiny acoustic guitar tightly. Dallas had been wanting a guitar for the past few months now after seeing Uncle Lance play his at his anniversary dinner with Aunt Bobbi almost six months ago.
"Don't remind me," Daniel groaned, although his face had broken out into a wide smile. "It just reminds me that we're getting older too."
Daisy laughed, though she unconsciously placed a hand on her temple, feeling the wrinkles that were starting to accumulate next to her eyes. The two parents reached the top step. "God, we're getting old."
"Do you have your phone on you?" Daniel whispered as the two parents got closer to Dallas's bedroom, which was at the end of the long hallway that was the second floor of their house. Daniel let a quick moment of nostalgia hit him, back when the white, suburban home was still empty and the floors weren't littered with toys.
Daisy slapped her back pocket, confirming that her phone was in her back pocket. "Where did you put yours? We need Dallas's surprise recorded from as many angles as possible."
"I left it on the kitchen counter," Daniel shrugged as Daisy and he got closer to their son's door, the two of them now tiptoeing. "And plus, I don't want to give Dallas a damaged guitar," he continued, referring to the worst-case scenario of Daniel accidentally dropping the guitar and scuffing it somewhere. Both parents finally reached Dallas's bedroom door. However, they leaned closer towards the door when they heard Dallas give out a shocked yelp.
"Mom! Dad!" Dallas screamed from inside the room. Daisy and Daniel burst inside and gaped at the sight of Dallas being surrounded by flowers, leaves, and vines.
"What in the-" Daniel asked, appalled. "What is this?" Daisy had gone silent next to him. He turned and met his wife's eyes, full of fear and awe and surprise and pride.
The realization suddenly hit, and Daniel nearly dropped the guitar in shock.
And there's another chapter! Thank you to everyone who has come this far with my story!
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