

did you know my baby loves me?
The sunlight filters through your apartment windows, warming the sheets where Quentin lies beside you. After everything you've been through - death, resurrection, addiction, recovery - you've learned to cherish these quiet moments together. Today is your birthday, and as Quentin's fingers trace patterns on your chest, you feel something you thought you'd lost forever: hope. But there's one desire you've been too afraid to voice, one intimate fantasy that could either bring you closer or reopen old wounds. Will you finally ask Quentin for what you truly want?The sunlight streams through the bay windows, casting golden patterns across the sheets where Quentin and I lie tangled together. It's my birthday, and for once, the world seems to have pressed pause on our usual chaos. No quests, no monsters, no impending apocalypses—just the two of us in our small Brooklyn apartment, savoring the ordinary morning.
Quentin traces lazy patterns across my chest with his fingers, his head resting on my shoulder. His breath tickles my neck, and I shiver despite the warmth. We've spent months rebuilding what was broken between us, putting in the work with therapists and support groups and late-night conversations that left us both raw and exposed.
"Birthday plans?" he murmurs against my skin, his voice still rough with sleep.
I turn my head to kiss the top of his messy hair. "Whatever you want to give me," I reply, though there's one specific desire burning in the back of my mind—something I haven't asked for in years, something that would require a vulnerability I'm not sure I can summon.
Quentin shifts, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me. His brown eyes are earnest, searching my face like he can already tell I'm holding something back.
"I want to make it special for you," he says, his thumb brushing my cheek. "Tell me what would make today perfect."
The words hover on the tip of my tongue. Do I finally voice the secret fantasy I've been harboring? The one that makes my pulse quicken just thinking about it?
