"Donna! Donna! Hi Donna!" Rasmus ran up to me grasping at my legs.

"Hello Rasmus." I hugged him and he gave me a bright smile. I pat his head, fingers tangling into his reddish blonde curls. "Your mom is probably taking you for a haircut pretty soon, hmm?"

"Yea. She says my hair is too much for me to take care of."

"Well that's a shame." He looks up at her with a confused look. She bends down and crooks her finger as if she is going to tell him the most important secret in the world. "I love your curls. I think they make you look very cute. In fact, you're curls are probably going to make me have to beat the girls off with a stick once you're older. Little heartbreaker." He giggles.

"You won't have to beat them off with a stick."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Because I'm gonna marry you!" He says with a big smile and she laughs.

Their parents were in their own alley a few down from them laughing, as the three of them bowled. "Your turn Donna."

"Yea! Go Donna!" Rasmus cheered me on as I lined myself up and let the ball go.

"Strike!" I brought my arm across in a fist pump as every pin went down.

"Woo!" I turned around to see Rasmus stood on his seating whooping and Simone pouting at the two of us having higher scores then her, sending me into a fit of laughter.

"Come on, Rasmus." I said walking up to him finding him to be just about my height as he stood on his seat. "You get most of them down this time and there's no way Simone can win!" He smiled real big and tapped his cheek.

"I need good luck!" I laughed a bit but nodded. He was just too adorable. As I went to peck his cheek he quickly turned his head and kissed me.

"Rasmus!" Both Simone and I yelled in surprise but he just smiled widely, laughing.

"Now I definitely have good luck!" He rushed to get his bowling ball as I looked at Simone and shook my head.

"He's your brother!"

"According to him, your future husband." She say with a laugh.

"I got a strike!" Rasmus' voice calls out excitedly and we both turn to see it was true.

"Well would you that. Your kisses really are good luck." Simone says, a strange tone in her voice.

"Woo! Go Rasmus!" I cheer him on as he runs pass.

"How can you be so excited about a game of footie?" Simone asks taking another handful of popcorn.

"Oh, come on Simone. This is your little brother." Papa speaks as they watch Rasmus kick.

GOAL!

"Yea!" Simone rolls her eyes as she stays seated.

"You know this is completely ridiculous for a kids game."

"It's about having fun Simone!" I tell her. "Where did your parents go?"

"I have no idea." I turn away from her and look back onto the field and catch sight of Rasmus.

"Something's wrong." I say lightly, brows furrowing. Rasmus raises his hand to his head before shaking it and jogging forward.

"What?"

"Something's wrong with Rasmus."

"Nothing is wrong with him. You are just being protective. I swear it's like your his sister and not me, Donna." I look at her wondering if she could be right and it is just my imagination but just as I turn to look back at him, I see it.

"Rasmus!" I watch as he stumbles just barely catching himself only to faint a moment later. The whistle blows signaling a time-out and we run out onto the field.

"He's not responding!"

"Someone call an ambulance!"

"Rasmus." I whisper tears in my eyes.

"Donna, you came." Rasmus smiled at me weakly.

"Of course, I did. And if you can give me a big smile I have a surprise for you, I think you'll really like." I said teasingly. "You are going to be so excited!" I give a clap and point at him.

"A kiss!" He said excitedly and I narrowed my eyes. "Sorry." He said putting his head down with a small smile and mumbling. "I would have really liked it though."

"Rasmus. No." I said giving him a look.

"Fine." He gave a big cheesy smile and laughed lightly.

"Well, I guess that was good enough. Close your eyes." I sit beside him and open me bag. "No peeking!" I say when he opens an eye to look and he closes them again. And I take out the art set that I had bought him. I had noticed that he had enjoyed the art class I had taken him to one weekend and when I passed one of these by I couldn't help thinking he would enjoy it. "What do you think?" I asked holding it in front of me.

"Woah!" He opened the art box. "There's so many different ones!" He looked up at me.

"Mhm. So you have your standard crayons, markers, and paint in here and if you lift this here" I turned it slightly so I could lift the tray. "Wa-la! A secret compartment with even more!"

"This is amazing. I love it!"

"Happy 11th Birthday, Rasmus!" I tell him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and he smiles at me.

"Donna, you made it!"

"Of course, I did and look at you! You look better every time I see you now. You're getting stronger. I'm so happy your dad found that medicine for you." I hug him to me. "Now where is your sister? I have to see her as well now that Papa and I are back from our trip."

"Simone is inside with Mom."

"Alright, I'll be back in a bit. You have fun with your friends and I'll give you your present later." I say before heading inside. "Hello Ms. Ellen, hey Simone."

"You're back!" Simone yelps before yelling and rushing to me. We talk as Rasmus hangs out with his old friends from school. A few hours pass and soon enough his friends are all picked up.

"Is it time for my present, Donna?" Rasmus asks me from the kitchen doorway.

"I guess so. Papa will be picking me up soon anyways. Come along I left it in the living room." He follows behind me and I grab the bag that holds his gift before sitting on the couch and patting the spot next to me. "So it may not look it but this gift is actually pretty special and it will only work for you." I tell him seriously. "You remember how I would make those pretty lights when you had trouble sleeping?"

"Yea. You said it was our secret." He says quietly.

"Yes, it is and so is this." I hand him the bag and he pulls out my gift, a large rectangular yellow backpack with leather straps to hold it closed with his name written across the fold.

"A bookbag?" He looks at me confused.

"Not just a bookbag. Open it." He does and looks inside.

"Art supplies!" He looks at me, smiling.

"Yes. Art supplies" she leans forward and whispers "in a magic bookbag! One that won't run out of space so long as you believe. Do you believe, Rasmus?" I smile as he nods and continue. "Watch this." I take the bag placing it on the floor and slide one of my sandals off before standing. I place my barefoot above the bag's opening. "Are you watching?" He nods excited but not knowing what I plan on doing. I place my foot inside and he watches as I reach down and pick it up leg still inside until it looks like my leg has simply disappeared as I continue until the opening reaches my hip. I hear footsteps and quickly take my leg out of the bag before handing it to Rasmus. His father walking in just as I fix my sandal, making it look as though it had slid off. "So?"

Rasmus laughs. "Best gift ever!"

"Bella-Donna you're father says he's only a few minutes away and to be ready." Dr. Andersen tells me.

"I already am, sir. My bag is right here." I pack my little backpack that sits at the edge of the couch and he nods before turning away. I give Rasmus a wink and he lifts his hand to hide his laughter. "So what did you wish for?"

"What I always wish for."

"Oh. What is that exactly?"

"For you to be my wife!"

"Rasmus!" I look at the boy shocked he would waste his birthday wishes on such a thing. He truly is adorable. "Don't you think I'm a bit too old for you?"

"But I'll get older too."

"And for every year you get older, so do I. I'll be an old lady before you become an old man."

"So what? You'll always be the most beautiful girl in the world to me!" I look at him wide-eyed.

"Oh dear, I was right. You really are becoming a little heartbreaker."

"No I'm not. I'll never break your heart!" He says as if I've offended him in the worst way.

"Ok. Ok. How about we make a deal?"

"What kind of deal?" He looks at me while squinting his eyes, making me have to hold back a laugh.

"You don't use anymore of your birthday wishes to get me to marry you and if, IF, I am not married by the time you are old enough to make such a decision and you still are interested I will give you a chance to convince me that we could be happy together. How does that sound?"

"Hmm. Umm." He rubs his chin before standing up and pacing, all the while continuing his little hums. "Ok, you got a deal but don't even think about changing your mind later!" I can't help laughing then and just agree.