I do not own Bates Motel.
But, in some ways, I do own a Dylan. And I love him so much.
Yeah, Whatever
Happy, Happy Birthday
". . . birthday from all of us to you!"
Emma had ready gone above and beyond the call of girlfriend embarrassment duty.
"- wish it was our birthday -"
Dylan never even saw it coming.
"- we could party too!"
He didn't even know she knew his birthday.
"- happy birthday, may all your dreams come true!"
The discussion had never come up.
"- wish it was our birthday so we could party too! Hey!"
But here they were.
Sitting in a very public restaurant, Dylan and Emma having just shared, as was their custom, a delicious cheeseburger and fries.
Will, fish and chips.
Ready to pay for the check.
And suddenly-
Uh oh, somebody's gonna get it-
The clapping had begun.
"One, two, three, four-"
It never occured to him that somebody was him.
"Happy, happy birthday-"
Then he had turned to look at the woman of his dreams sitting next to him.
Her warm eyes sparkling with mischief.
Clapping right along with the slightly off key singers approaching them.
"Em-" he'd started to say.
"Oh, wait!" she interrupted suddenly.
And whipped out a riotously colorful plastic birthday hat with streamers on the top and plopped it on his head, adjusting the rubber string firmly under his bearded chin.
". . . party too-"
And there Dylan had sat, hatted and trapped.
"- birthday, may all your dreams come true-"
Grinning at the girl next him, laughing and clapping along with the waiters and waitresses roped into singing 'Happy Birthday' to a complete stranger without extra pay.
"Hey!"
The ginormous slice of cake was double chocolate with chocolate frosting.
A candle.
About a billion calories.
And instant diabetes.
Dylan loved it.
Blowing out the single candle to a smattering of applause all around the restaurant, he then looked at Emma as the wait staff dispersed.
"Seriously?"
She nodded, eyes agleam.
"Did you know about this?" Dylan directed to a grinning Will.
"Oh, Dylan, the bonds between a father and his daughter are nigh unbreakable."
Dylan raised an eyebrow.
"She threatened me with 'Keeping Up with the Kardashians'."
Dylan picked up a his fork, carefully selecting his first bite.
"How did you even know my birthday? I never told you."
Emma's expression was appropriately smug.
"I went into your wallet and looked at your driver's license. I wanted it to be a surprise."
The cake was delicious, moist and decadently sweet.
Dylan grinned around it.
"Sneak."
And slid the still mountainous slice of cake toward the middle of table for his family . . .
"Okay, Dylan, hurry up and blow out the candle so we can cut the cake."
"Oh, thanks, Mom! Is it chocolate?"
"No, it's vanilla. Norman likes vanilla."
"But . . . it's my birthday."
"Oh stop complaining, there's chocolate on the frosting. Do you want this cake or not?"
"Yes, Mom."
. . . to enjoy as well.
"That cake was delicious, Emma. Thank you."
She grinned, quite proud of herself.
"I really embarrassed you, didn't I?"
He shrugged, taking off his shirt and tossing it in the hamper.
"Yeah. But it was awesome."
He sat on the foot of the bed and pulled off his socks.
Feeling her eyes upon him and liking it.
"Well, next year, we'll plan something together. Invite some friends over and have a party. I just wanted to do something special this time."
She came over and placed herself in his lap.
"I love you, Dylan."
"I love you too, Emma."
And kissed him.
He let her, reveling in the feel of her fingers through his hair.
Wrapping his arms around her.
Emma.
The she broke the kiss, the second mischievous grin of the evening on her face.
"Well, since I embarrassed you, I guess I really should make it up to you."
He grinned back.
"Oh yeah, what were you thinking?"
She leaned against him, pushing him down on the bed.
"Oh, I might have a few ideas."
And started kissing him again.
He gladly let her.
But then when she started heading further south, he took pause.
"Emma, wait, you don't have to-"
She drew back up, kissing him again in a way that made him helpless to resist.
And murmuring in between.
"It's okay. I want to. I've never done it before. I want to try it, don't you want me to try it?"
Is this a trick question?
"Uh, yeah, uh, I just-"
She grinned eagerly at him.
"Good. Now lay back."
So he did.
Oh . . . wow.
And it made them both happy.
It was a . . .
"Are you sure you've never done that before?"
"Yeah, there are all sorts of things I can do now that I can breathe."
"I noticed."
And she giggled.
. . . very good birthday.
Know what the sexiest part of this chapter is? When Dylan throws his dirty clothes in the hamper, ha!
*snark, snark*
Anyway, thanks to Lana Brown for reviewing and thanks to all the silent readers as well!