"Oh goodness, I hope so," I reply, a quiet laugh under my breath. It's possible I mean it in a slightly different way than he does, but I don't think I can be blamed. The entirety of Jack is absolutely gorgeous, from head to toe and inside and out. His entire being is a distraction and now even more so.

I'm still just sorta staring at him when he sits up quickly and reaches into the basket again, pulling out a long candle with a little fluff of confetti at the tip and sticks it right into the cake.

Food forgotten for the moment, I have to stifle a laugh behind my hands. Gracious, this boy. I drop my hands after a moment so can I beam up at him. "I don't even need to make a wish this year," I tell him, feeling my cheeks go warm. "I already got exactly what I most wanted."