Title: The Perfect Birthday

Pairing: Stacie/Donald

Summary: It's Stacie's twenty-seventh birthday, and she's not exactly ecstatic because it seems that her own husband had forgotten what day it is.

Author's Note: Hey guys! I know it's been a while since I updated this fic, but don't worry, I have a bunch of ideas planned out for future chapters. Anyway, this whole 'Our Moments' fic is kind of like my writing outlet, and I guess I just needed to write something that's a bit less stressful and has no particular order, setting, or anything, and so I just had this little idea for a new chapter, and decided to write it. I think it's okay, but I'll let you all be the judge of that. So, please review and let me know what you think. Also, if you have any ideas/requests/opinions, let me know, and I'll see what I can do about it. Other than that, Enjoy!

-Sux2budude

Chapter Four:

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Stacie is not having a great day… and that's just fantastic, isn't it? Today, on the 14th of February, she's turning 24 years old, and though she has the most amazing life, job, husband, home, family, and friends, it feels like she's been destined to be alone on her 24th birthday. She woke up this morning, to find her husband already gone to work, leaving a note on the bedside table, explaining that there's some sort of emergency at the Studio that needs his immediate attention.

He even forgot to send her a bouquet of Lilies to her workplace at 9am sharp, like he's done every year for her birthday; On top of that, her friends haven't contacted her this whole day (which is so unlike them); and then there's her family—her dad didn't call to congratulate her, as well as make fun of her on becoming yet another year closer to being in the "Senior's club" with him and her mom. Her mom didn't call to point out that she's another year older and still not producing any grandchildren for her. And then there's the part where Donald hasn't even called or at least sent her a text message or a freaking beacon to let her know that he at least remembers what day it is.

By the time Stacie got off work, she was feeling really crappy. She was annoyed, exhausted, and just plain angry at everyone for practically forgetting her on her birthday. And it's not like she's looking for attention or anything, because she's not… it's just that she always relied on her friends, families, and especially her husband to call, text, or stop by at her work to make her feel special. So Stacie fires up her car, pulling her coat off and carelessly throwing it into the backseat, before pulling the gear into reverse and backing out of the parking lot.

...

When she gets to hers and Donald's apartment, she's surprised to find the lights already off. She cautiously approaches the front door, feeling nervous all of a sudden, and she has a sudden thought.

Maybe Donald is planning a surprise party for me. She shrugs her shoulders, quietly unlocking the door with her key, and slowly opening the door. For a moment, she stands by the door, waiting for the lights to flick on, followed by a loud exclamation of SURPRISE from all her friends and family members, but… nothing. Absolutely nothing.

She huffs in annoyance when the lights don't come on, and she blindly moves her fingers towards the light switch by the living room entrance, and flicking it on. Nothing. Everything seems in place. Absolutely no balloons, no party streamers, no hiding partygoers, no food, no cake, no alcohol, and definitely no husband.

Stacie throws her purse onto the couch, sighing heavily as she starts to make her way up to the bedroom that she and her husband have been sharing for the past three and a half years. She's annoyed beyond belief now, and she hopes to all that is holy that no one will interrupt her while she goes and draws herself a nice hot bath, because so help her God, but she will murder anyone who dares to stop her from at least treating herself to a nice long bath.

Stacie pulls the door to her and Donald's bedroom open, and she finds herself alone in the room. There is absolutely no sign of Donald in the room, the bed is still made, which means he hasn't been home. Stacie runs her tongue over her teeth as she inhales sharply through her nose. She was almost livid now. Not only did Donald forget her birthday, but he's also not home, which means he's out with his friends, namely Bumper, Jesse, Benji, Unicycle, and Greg. Stacie grabs the first solid object she can find, (a glass vase) and gets ready to hurl it across the room in utter rage, but she finds herself staring at the object in her hands.

Inside the vase, are…Lilies. Her favorite flower. The flowers Donald would send her every morning on her birthday. She doesn't remember seeing Lilies in that vase this morning, so she's now curious what they're doing there now. She sees her first clue, in the form of a note, clipped onto a card stick in the midst of the lilies. Stacie curiously picks the note out, seeing two words on the note: Read Me. Immediately, the memory of Donald proposing to her comes to mind, and Stacie allows a tiny smile to form on her lips. He had set up a small scavenger hunt for her on their 2 year anniversary as a couple, and by the end of the scavenger hunt, Stacie found herself in tears while Donald got on one knee and proposed to her. Not wanting to wait any longer, she unfolds the note and reads the simple words written across it, in Donald's chicken scratch.

Happy Birthday, baby. I love you.

"So he remembers, but didn't show up this entire day?" She asks herself.

Stacie's eyebrows furrow slightly in confusion. What the hell is going on? Her question becomes question(s ) when she opens the door to the bathroom, gasping at the sight that lies within.

Scented candles already lit, sat in a cute display around the bathtub, which was already filled with hot water and bath salts. Quiet music floated from Donald's old iHome, playing out their wedding song in repeat. The amazing smell of lavender wafts up Stacie's nose as she steps further into the bathroom, taking in the romantic display around her. Stacie couldn't help the small smile sliding onto her face as she slowly walks further into the bathroom, her hands already beginning to work on the zipper of her dress, ready to enjoy the wonderful little surprise around her. Just as she's about to step into the warm tub of water, she catches sight of her second clue, sitting on Donald's old iHome. Donald's iPhone. She grabs it, hastily swiping her finger over the Passcode lock, and quickly punching in his passcode: 0214 –Today's date. Her birthday.

The first thing that pops up is a picture of her and Donald smiling widely at the camera, followed by the icon for Voice Memo's. She touches the icon, waiting a moment until the one recording on his phone pops up. Stacie smiles a little at the title of his memo—Hear Me:

"Hey, babe. It's me… your husband. I know you're probably ready to kill me because you thought I forgot about your birthday, but I assure you, baby. I could never forget such an important day like this. It's the day God made you specifically for me, and I can't thank him enough for this day. So what you're going to do now, is take a nice long bath, and let the warmth of the water relieve some of the stress in your muscles. I know they're there. So take as long as you want in here. After that, check inside our closet for your third clue. I love you, baby. Happy Birthday."

Stacie grins as she sets Donald's iPhone back onto the iHome sitting atop one of the shelves, and slowly slips into the warmth of her bath. She smiles widely as she realizes just how perfect the temperature is. Donald seems to have given this a lot of thought if he actually estimated how warm the water would be by the time she got up to the room, found the lilies, listened to his voice memo, and finally slipped under the water. She takes a few minutes, soaking in the bathtub and letting her eyes close as she leans her head back onto a towel that has already been placed there for her. Donald really knows her well. She grins at the thought of him, and she's suddenly excited to find out what her next clue will be. She quickly scrubs down her body with a wash cloth, letting the soapy suds slide down her body as she pulls herself out of the bathtub and grabs a towel to wrap around herself.

In her closet, her third surprise is breathtaking. Hanging before her, still in its plastic bag, is a beautiful, knee-length, red dress that looks way too expensive and too perfect to have been picked out by her husband. It's not that he has bad taste in clothing or anything of the likes, but Donald has never been one to pick out a dress for her, that reveals too much. He likes to keep her to himself, and she really doesn't mind. If anything, she's glad that he's showing his desire for her by trying to keep her to himself. She wants—craves to be desired by him at all times.

Inside the plastic, clipped to the hanger, is her third clue. Another note.

Wear Me

-I admit I had help picking the dress out. Next clue is on the kitchen Island downstairs.

Stacie smiles widely as she starts to pull the dress out of the plastic, and she lets it hang in front of her as she turns to examine herself in the mirror on the closet door. She grins as she quickly pulls the dress on, and admires the way the red dress clung to all the right curves, accentuating her figure. The neck falls over her chest, revealing a bit of her cleavage; the contrast of the dark, blood red color of the dress against her pale skin, brings out the light hazel color of her eyes. She puts on some light makeup, knowing that this whole romantic charade thing was heading somewhere she'd find Donald, and she wants to look extra special tonight. She fixes her hair up, letting a few tendrils down, before applying a light coat of blood red lipstick to her lips for the finishing touch. After slipping on a pair of matching red heels, she smiles at her reflection in the mirror, excited to find out what's in store for her from her husband.

She finds her fourth clue on the Kitchen Island like the third clue had mentioned.

A small box, with a note.

Open Me.

Stacie looks curiously at the box, wondering what's inside. She's learned over the years that Donald can be the most unpredictable person on the face of this planet. Tonight, is an example of his unpredictability, and she finds herself nervous as she slowly opens the box, peering cautiously inside. Stacie lets out a tiny relieved sigh as she picks up the small ceramic figurine inside the box, with a yellow post-it attached to the back.

Stacie looks carefully at the statuette in her hand, not understanding the meaning of it. It's a small ceramic couple. The male wears a formal black suit, red tie, and dark slacks, and the female wears a knee-length red dress, much like her own. Stacie pulls her eyes away from the small ceramic couple, glancing down at her own red dress before staring back at the clay made female companion of the earthenware male. And the couple seems to be… dancing?

Shrugging to herself, Stacie picks off the post-it on the back of the figurines, and furrows her eyebrows at the two words written across it.

-Look Outside.

She doesn't think much of it, so she holds onto the figurine as she starts towards the door. As if on cue, the doorbell rings, and she jumps a little at the sound. Stacie is back to being nervous again as she smooth's down the nonexistent wrinkles on her silky red dress, setting the figurines on the shelf by the door, and pulls the door open.

She finds herself staring at none other than… her mom. "Mom? What are you doing here?" Stacie asks curiously. She glances around outside, wondering if her mom's arrival is a part of Donald's plan, or if her mom just coincidentally stopped by at the exact same time she was told to look outside.

"Can't a mother stop by and wish her own daughter a happy birthday?"

Stacie smiles sheepishly, feeling guilty for the tiny bit of disappointment at not seeing her husband outside. She hasn't seen him this whole day! "Sorry." Stacie smiles, pulling her mom in for a hug. "I just wasn't expecting to see you tonight."

Her mom chuckles softly against her shoulder, hugging her back tightly. "Oh?" when they pull away, Stacie's mother finally looks her up and down, smiling widely. "Going somewhere?"

"Uhhh, I'm not sure." Stacie replies. She's still not sure if her mom is in on Donald's plan or not.

After a long moment, Stacie's mom starts laughing softly, pulling her daughter out onto the doorstep with her. "You're wondering if I'm here on purpose, or accident… And since it's your birthday, I'll stop the teasing and let you get to that husband of yours."

Stacie sighs in relief, a smile spreading on her lips. "So you're in on his plan then."

Stacie's mom only shrugs, "I'm not confirming nor denying that accusation, but… here." She pulls out what looks like a hotel keycard from her purse and hands it to Stacie, who looks questioningly at her mother as she takes it. The elder of the two women shrugs again, smiling at her daughter. "Consider it mine and your father's gift to you." With that, the woman pulls Stacie into another hug, kissing her cheek. "Happy birthday, sweetheart. Your father also told me to tell you happy birthday from him."

Stacie grins against her mother's shoulder, feeling relieved that her parents didn't forget. "Thank you, mom." She says sincerely, pulling away. "And tell dad I said 'thank you'."

"Of course." Stacie's mom takes her hand and turns the keycard around, showing it to Stacie.

Stacie at first doesn't know what it is, but then she sees her fifth clue of the night, written with a red marker onto the front of the keycard.

-Call me.

"Here." Stacie looks up at her mom to see her mom already holding out her phone to Stacie.

She calls his phone, and he answers on the second ring.

"Hey."

"Hi." Stacie breathes, smiling at the way he chuckles after answering, probably imagining her reactions to everything that's happened so far.

"Your next clue will come in the form of Chloe and Beca."

"What?"

"I'll see you later, okay?"

Stacie's eyebrows furrow. "Wait, are you—,"

"Trust me." Donald interrupts her. "I love you."

Stacie sighs, but nods, even though she knows he can't see her nodding. "I love you too."

When she hangs up, her mom takes her phone back and they start walking down the driveway. A few moments later, Stacie sees Chloe's silver Buick pull up to the side of the driveway, and Beca sticks her head out of the window of the passenger side. "Happy birthday, Stace! Beca calls as the car finally halts completely.

"Thanks, Bec." Stacie grins, though she's kind of confused.

"Hey, Mrs. Conrad." Beca grins, nodding to Stacie's mom, who smiles widely.

"Always great to see you girls."

Chloe leans over from the drivers seat, waving at Stacie and her mom. "Happy birthday, Stace!" she calls, and Stacie laughs, waving at her friend.

"Thanks, but… what's going on, guys?"

"Not telling." Beca replies as she hops out of the car and opens the back door. "Get in." Stacie quirks an eyebrow at the shorter girl, who smiles innocently. "Please?" Beca adds sweetly.

Stacie turns to her mom, who holds up the keys to her own white BMW. "I'll be right behind you guys."

Nodding, Stacie hugs her mom again before finally hopping into Chloe's Buick.

Chloe turns, grinning widely at the brunette in the backseat. "Well look at you, hot birthday girl!"

Stacie laughs, "So tell me. Were you guys just sitting in your car, waiting for me to come out of the house?"

Beca hops into her seat, buckling up and shrugging as she turns to look at Stacie. "Something like that."

"And my husband?"

"Is waiting." Chloe answers.

"At?"

Chloe rolls her window down, imitates zipping her mouth, locking it, and throwing the imaginary key out her window. "Not telling."

Stacie rolls her eyes at the redhead and turns her eyes to Beca, who turns , rolls her own window down, and repeats Chloe's actions of zipping her mouth, locking it, and throwing the key away. "Not telling." Beca repeats.

"Ugh. You guys are unbelievable."

"So we've heard." Chloe laughs.

The ride is short, and Stacie laughs as they pull up in the front of a 5-Star hotel. "What are we doing here?" she asks the two girls as they all get out of the car.

Beca grins at the birthday girl, "Patience, Stace. You know what they say. Good things come to those who wait."

Stacie and her two friends enter the hotel lobby, and instead of checking in like she thought they would, she gets pulled by the two girls, down a hallway, and to some sort of private room at the back of the first floor. Stacie looks up at the posh, mahogany double doors, her eyebrow quirking at Beca and Chloe.

"This is where you open the door." Chloe tells her with a nod of her head towards the doors.

Cautiously, Stacie pulls the doors open, mentally preparing herself for whatever lies ahead. She gasps upon seeing the inside, and though she's never been to this particular hotel before, the place looks oddly familiar. People were walking around in dresses and formal suits, each holding drinks, or food platters, waiters walked around with food trays, glasses of champagne, or wine, soft music floated from somewhere to the left, and large glowing stars hung from the ceiling, leaving a breathtaking glow on the marble floors. Stacie turns to ask her friends what's going on, but she finds that they aren't there.

"May I have the honor to dance with thine beautiful self?"

Stacie recognizes her husband's voice and she turns quickly to find him grinning boyishly at her. He's in a fitted, tailored black suit, his glasses perched atop his nose, and his perfect dark hair curled back into its usual do. Stacie's jaw nearly hit the floor, and she swallows hard as she admires him for a few moments. "Why hello there, James Bond."

Donald laughs as he steps up to her and pulls her into his arms, burying his face into her hair. "I missed you today."

Stacie pulls away then, staring up at him. "Where were you?" the whole beautiful scene behind them completely forgotten as she continues to stare at her handsome husband.

Donald grins, turning them so they're facing the room. "I was here, recreating your high school prom."

Stacie's eyebrows shoot up her forehead. "What?"

"Do you remember our wedding night, when you told me that you never got to dance at your high school prom because your dad grounded you?"

Stacie nods, tears quickly collecting in her eyes. "Yeah."

Donald gestures around them, "I told you that every beautiful girl deserves to go to a prom."

"So you recreated my high school prom?"

Donald nods, grinning sheepishly. "I contacted your old high school, asked them about the 2011 theme for Senior prom, and I even managed to snag a few photos from one of your high school classmates. I gathered up the boys and a few other people, and we worked on this the whole day… even your parents and your cousins were in on the surprise, and your dad has been quite helpful with getting us a discount on booking this room."

"You guys did all this for me?" Stacie was in awe.

Donald nods, leaning down and placing a chaste kiss against her lips. "I told you I'd give you the best. And for as long as I live, you won't ever have to settle for anything less than the absolute best."

Stacie couldn't help it. The tears completely ignored her pleas to not mess up her make up, and they freefell down her face. Luckily, she wore waterproof mascara, and Donald hands her a tissue.

"Happy Birthday, baby."

"Thank you." Stacie mutters lovingly, leaning up on her toes and kissing him deeply. "And I get to dance with the hottest guy in this room." She grins.

"He is pretty damn hot." Donald smirks.

Stacie snorts at the hint of cockiness in his tone. "Yes, he is. Now wait here while I go and ask your boss to dance with me." She spins on her heel, pretending to walk away, but she's suddenly pulled back in her husband's arms. He laughs, burying his nose into her hair.

"You're a tease."

She turns her head, placing a kiss on his nose. "I'm only pulling your leg, baby… there's no one else I'd rather be with… and no one hotter too." With that, she starts pulling him onto the dance floor.

Donald laughs, and follows her closely towards the dance floor.

Stacie notices that she knows every single person in there. Each person stopping them to wish her a Happy birthday, and she can't help but smile like there's no tomorrow. This is truly a happy birthday for her.

The music floats around the room, as the young couple dances their way through the dance floor, until Donald pulls her towards a table where all her close friends and family members were already seated. Her friends from college- including the Barden Bella's all approach her, taking turns hugging, kissing, and wishing her a happy birthday. After a few long minutes of greets and well wishes, Stacie finds herself standing in the front of her dad, who kisses her cheek and pulls her into a warm hug.

"I would've called you earlier to tease you about being a year closer to the Senior's Club with your mother and I, but… I guess I can say it now." He teases. Stacie laughs as her dad starts pulling her back towards the dance floor. There's a long comfortable moment of silence, and Stacie smiles widely as she rests her cheek on her dad's shoulder.

"So I finally get my Senior prom." She mutters casually.

He pulls away, smiling down at his only child. "I've always felt bad about grounding you on your Senior prom night and not letting you attend it…" Stacie shakes her head, going to interrupt her dad and telling him that it's okay, but he continues. "So when Don asked me for my help on recreating your Senior prom, I knew this was my chance to finally be able to give you what I took away from your high school experience… Don is truly an amazing person, and I'm sorry I doubted him—,"

"Dad, we talked about this." Stacie interrupts. "The past is the past. There's no need to apologize to me about it because in the end, you finally accepted that I love Donald, and you gave us your blessings to get married."

Her dad grins, nodding his head. "Okay… but I'd still like to say it. I couldn't have imagined a better guy who deserves my baby girl." Stacie had heard quite a lot of praise for Donald from countless people, including his rather clingy exes, but… personally hearing her father tell her this, was truly the best birthday present he could ever give her. It brings tears to her eyes, and she sniffles softly as she kisses his cheek. "Thank you, daddy."

The rest of the night goes by in a blur. The alumni Barden Bella's had compiled a slideshow of Stacie's college pictures, selfies, and even the most embarrassing photo's of her, some of which included the one where she had been in the middle of puking her guts out after a particularly wild night out with the girls, and another in which she's in the middle of shaving her legs. The alumni's of the Treble Makers including Donald had put together a little entertainment show of singing the tunes from 2011, while Donald serenaded her, even going as far as stripping out of his suit and tie, leaving him shirtless, save for a cute pair of suspenders, his bowtie, a fedora hat, and his black slacks. Stacie's whole face had turned red by the end of the performance, and all she could hear over the background music, were catcalls, wolf whistles, and cheers from her family and the girls. After the guy's entertainment, each of Stacie's friends and family members took turns making birthday toasts, and because there were quite a lot of toasts, most of the attendants of the party were drunk by the end of it.

Stacie marveled at all the presents and luxurious gifts from her friends and families; Chloe and Aubrey insisting that she opens the one that the Barden's had brought for her. Stacie just knew that she was in for a world of embarrassment, but to shut the girls up, she went ahead and opened the rather large bag. Inside, under a bunch of colorful tissue, was an extremely large array of racy undergarments, thongs, lingerie's, brassiere's, and sex toys that she didn't bother to pull out of the bag because she's not even sure what most of them are, and mostly because her whole family was present in the room.

"We thought of your greatest interest when we picked those out." Aubrey winks at Stacie, and nodding her head in Donald's direction.

Stacie smiles sheepishly and quickly covered up the rest of the gift.

It was getting pretty late, and Stacie's feet are aching from all the dancing. She's danced with every male person in the room, only obliging because she's the birthday girl and everyone is counting on her to be a good host for tonight. She's danced with people she's never even seen before in her life, and though her mom had mentioned that some of them are her second cousins or fourth cousin twice removed, she didn't really care. She was having the time of her life… but all else aside, what she really wants right now, is her husband.

As if on cue, she feels a pair of arms encircle her waist, and she grins widely at the familiar warmth and scent of him. Making quick work of turning in his arms, Stacie places a lingering, passionate kiss against his lips, making sure to press her whole body against his. She smirks against his lips when he groans in delight and they both pull away breathlessly.

"Whoa." Donald whispers. "What, was that?"

Stacie grins again, wrapping her arms around her husband's neck. "I believe it's called a kiss."

"Mmm, well I like those." Donald retorts, leaning down and claiming her lips again. "I like them a lot."

Stacie laughs. "Thank you… for tonight."

"You've said that already." Donald points out.

"I know, but I want you to know that I mean it."

"I do know that." Donald says.

"Oh, and the whole charades thing was a nice touch." Stacie grins, making Donald smile.

"I got the idea from your Senior Prom's theme, which was 'Wonderland', so I thought I'd put in a little bit of the whole Alice in Wonderland thing."

"That was really… deep." Stacie compliments.

"Thanks… though I'm not sure if that was a compliment, or a low blow at the fact that I'm usually not a deep person."

Stacie laughs, kissing her husband's cheek. "It's a compliment… and are we just going to stand here and talk like a bunch of high schoolers? I saved the last dance for you." Stacie whispers, and Donald smiles lovingly at her.

"We don't need to move towards the dance floor… we can dance right here." His arms quickly encircle her waist, pulling her closer against him.

All else fades into the background as she sways in the arms of the one person in the room who holds her heart. All else is irrelevant at the moment.

"Do you remember that time in College when we first met?" Donald suddenly asks, pulling Stacie away from her thoughts.

She laughs because… well, of course she remembers it! The memory is a special one. It's not one of those clichéd 'love-at-first-sight' moments, or those sappy moments where the girl trips and falls into the guys arms… it was… her magical moment. "Of course I do." She answers with a laugh. "You managed to annoy the living daylights out of me, in the span of three minutes."

Donald grins, and quirks an eyebrow at her. "Well, do you remember that tool you were dating at the time?"

Stacie snorts and nods, "Yes. The tool who you insisted was an asshole."

"Yes, and I was right, wasn't I?"

"Yes you were, Mr. Walsh."

Donald grins again, pulling her closer. "… well, guess what?"

"What?" Stacie asks curiously, wondering where exactly this conversation was headed.

"I bumped into him earlier."

She blinks at her husband twice, not really knowing what her ex-boyfriend has to do with anything. "And?"

"And he asked me about you."

Stacie freezes, quirking an eyebrow at him. "And?" she urges.

Donald smiles sheepishly at her. "And because I vowed that I'd protect you with my life, and also vowed to never lie or keep anything from you, I'm going to telling you what happened."

"Which is?"

"It's actually a funny story," Donald begins. "You see, babe, when I—,"

"Donald, what did you do?" Stacie asks fearfully.

Donald huffs, "Nothing!" at his wife's skeptical glare, he lets out a tiny groan, "Okay, I maybe, sort of, kind of punched him in the face."

"Donald, we talked about—,"

"My temper, I know." Donald cuts her off, "But I had a good reason to hit him."

"Him asking about me is not a good enough reason to start beating people up—,"

"Okay, that's not why I punched him."

"Then why did you punch him?"

"He asked me if you still think about him."

"WHAT?! The nerve of that fucker!" Stacie exclaims angrily. Donald quickly places his hand over her mouth, hoping that no one heard her swear, but thankfully, the music was loud enough to drown out her voice.

"Baby, calm down." He whispers. "I handled it pretty good actually."

"How many times did you punch him?"

Donald shrugs, "Twice… or more."

Stacie quirks an eyebrow at her husband. "Twice or more?"

"Okay, so I kind of beat him to a pulp, but—,"

"Good." Stacie grins, kissing his chin. "I would've paid to see that."

Donald lets out a tiny, relieved chuckle, and the silence takes over again, save for the music. "And just so you know, if he turns up on a 'Missing person' flier, you can call up Jesse and the boys and ask them about that."

"What? Why?"

Donald shrugs, "We're dudes, babe. If some asshole tries to take a swing at one of us, whether it be a verbal swing, or a physical swing, we're always gonna back each other up." Stacie tries to hide her smile at that. She's not an evil person, and neither is her husband, but… they're the most inhumanely insane couple on the face of the earth. And come hell or high water, nothing will ever stop them from being together.

"Did you at least tell the boys to let him live?"

Donald shrugs, "Yeah… barely."

Stacie laughs, playfully smacking her husband's arm, before resting her head against his chest. After a few long minutes, Donald pulls away slowly, looking down at Stacie. "Did you…?" he trails off, not really wanting to ask her.

"Did I what?" Stacie questions curiously.

"Nevermind." Donald shakes his head.

"Ask me." She urges quietly.

Donald hesitates for a moment, but decides to just ask. "Did you ever think about any of your exes when you're with me?"

Stacie blinks incredulously at her husband for a very long moment, oblivious to the fact that silences usually mean admittance to something bad.

Donald nervously scratches the back of his head, feeling the weight of the silence pushing his heart down. Instead of seeing a heartbreaking tear, or a look of shame on Stacie's face, he's suddenly being smacked, literally, on the chest. "Ow! What was that for?" Donald asks confusedly.

"Donald Timothy Walsh!" Stacie screeches, making Donald wince at the usage of his full name. There are only two things that Stacie could say to him that can scare the crap out of him. One, are the words, 'You're sleeping on the couch' because it really means he's sleeping on the couch, and he's not going to be getting much ass for like, a week… and two, is the usage of his full name, 'Donald Timothy Walsh'. Why? Because it usually means he's about to get his ass reamed from today until forever, or he's about to get his ass reamed, followed by the words, 'You're sleeping on the couch'.

And so he waits. "Do you know who I am?" Stacie asks disbelievingly. "I am your wife, you idiot! We've been through so much shit in the past, it's not even funny how many hells we had to walk through to be together! And then you go and ask me if I've ever thought about all my stupid ex-boyfriend's?! I married you, Donald! Not those dumb asses who wasted my time, not Jason, not Paul, not Eric, not Kyle… you! I married you, because I knew that you were the one I couldn't live without! And I made myself perfectly clear on the day that I married you!"

There's an awkward silence, then, "So is that a 'no'?"

"Oh my God, Donald." Stacie groans, smacking her palm across her forehead in disbelief. "From the moment we started dating, you are all I can think of. I started falling for you from the moment I met you, and let me tell you; I never did and never will fall out of love with you… So to answer your question, No! I never thought of my exes, or anyone else when I'm with you. And why should I, when I have the best there is? I have a handsome, sexy man who loves me for me, and respects me, and protects me, and will always be there for me… what more could I want?"

Donald shrugs, a huge smile playing on his lips. "Superman?"

Stacie laughs at that, leaning in to peck his lips while her hand smacks him on the arm repeatedly. "You're an idiot." She mutters softly, feeling Donald do the same, and knowing that he's remembering the nickname she had given him when they first met back in College.

"I'm your idiot." Donald whispers softly, drawing yet another smile from Stacie, but this one is a soft one.

"My idiot."

"Yours." Donald nods.

"Mine."

"Always."

She feels like her heart might explode. He's always saying things that shouldn't make sense to her, but do. "I love you." Stacie whispers honestly.

"I love you too, baby… Happy birthday."

Their final kiss of the night doesn't happen until two hours later, when they're both in the warm confines of their bed at home.

Donald leans over, sweeping Stacie's hair off her back and placing soft, lingering kisses across her shoulder. Stacie giggles, turning in his arms and placing a kiss against his chest. "Thanks for the birthday present." She smiles. Their midnight love-making was quite the marathon, and she was exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open.

"You're welcome." Donald grins. "You should get some sleep."

"Mhmm… I would, if only my husband would let me get some."

Donald laughs, leaning down and placing a quick kiss on Stacie's nose. "Good night."

"Mmm, wait." Stacie interrupts him when he pulls away.

"What is it?"

"Doesn't the birthday girl get a proper good night kiss?"

"Whatever the birthday girl wants." With a giant smile, Donald obliges, leaning down and kissing his wife passionately. "I love you, Stacie."

"I love you too, Donald." Stacie smiles sleepily. "Today was the perfect birthday for me." she mutters groggily, before sleep finally takes her. Tomorrow, she'll have to go back to work, and life continues again, but tonight, and all the tiny special moment's they've had, will always be hers and Donald's.

Our moments.

…

Author's Note: Ughhh! I am such a darn sap. Sue me… anyway, I don't know if I really like this one. It's just something I thought would be nice. Please leave a review!

-Sux2budude