"Wow! Seriously?" Tristan asked while sitting beside Be. "He moved that fast? It must be because his parents want to arrange a marriage for him, right? I heard his mother asking a few of our friends’ daughters as the possible bride for Sean."

"Yeah, I guess so. That’s why Sean brought Harper to meet his mother as soon as Harpernded in this country," Be said happily. "I’m so excited to meet them tomorrow. She said she woulde with Sean."

Tristan yed with Be’s hair while listening to her talk about her best friend. He loved seeing her eyes light up when she talked about Harper and Sean. Her sincere friendship with Sean was visible in her eyes now.

He started to feel bad because he used to be jealous of Sean, even though his wife never had feelings for him.

Tristan tried to hide his rueful expression and checked her wounded hand, which was now starting to heal. The stitches have also been removed, but the scars are still clearly visible, making him even more sad.

He silently sighed deeply before saying, "I’m so happy for Jayson and Emily. They must be so happy that Sean finally has a girlfriend."

"Yeah, they must be. They wille tomorrow, right?"

"Hmm, I just talked to Jayson. He informed me he woulde. He also asked what Dax liked as a birthday present. So, I said Dax doesn’t like toys but likes toypany shares," Tristan exined.

"Gosh, Tristan. Are you kidding, right?"

"Nope. I’m not kidding, dear."

Be slightly frowned. But curious to know, she asked, "So, Jayson Spencer will give the toypany’s share to Dax?"

"Hmm, he will."

Be gasped. Her eyes widened, staring at Tristan. She was surprised to hear that.

"Why is he so generous? Tristan, is it OK to ept that expensive gift from him?" Be asked in concern.

"He is a rich man," Tristan chuckled. "You don’t have to feel bad about it. I also give him expensive gifts sometimes."

Be, "..."

"Jayson promised me he would put the share under my name, but once Dax is seventeen, then I will give the share to him."

Be no longer said anything about that. She could only silently listen to Tristan as he exined how close he was to Jayson Spencer and his family.

***

November 1,

Finally, Dax’s birthday arrived.

Be is awake before the sun appears on the horizon. She wakes Tristan, who is still cuddling her in his arms.

"What happened, dear?" Tristan’s hoarse, panicked voice echoes. "Are you ufortable?" he loosened his embrace while turning on the nightmp. When the light finally brightened the room, he could see her smile. "You are not?" he feels relieved.

"I’m fine, but we must wake up now, Hubby. Let’s congratte Dax before he wakes up," Be said while sitting. She nced at the digital watch; it was the right time to wake her son.

Usually, Dax wakes up at six. He practices his martial arts with Geoffrey. Even though he didn’t have a ss today, his biological clock would wake him up around that time.

Be has always been the first person Dax sees when he wakes up on his birthday; she doesn’t want to miss that moment today.

"Hurry, Hubby. Dax might get up now," Be urged him to leave the bed.

"Hmm, sure..." Tristan said. He was still sleepy, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking drowsy.

Be left Tristan as she entered the bathroom to freshen up and change from her nightgown to herfortable home clothes: yoga pants and an oversized sweater.

When she came out, she saw Tristan standing before the bathroom.

"Isn’t it too early to wake him up? Should we let him sleep more?" Tristan asked as he entered the bathroom and washed his face.

"No. I usually did this in the past, so I won’t lose this moment. Hubby, please don’t forget to wear something..." Be smiled, looking at her shirtless husband; he only wore his boxers.

Tristan raised his hand to signal, "OK."

Be left him to finish his business. Hurriedly, she took her cell phone and called Noora to meet her upstairs while bringing the birthday cake they had prepared the night before.

Not long after, they heard a soft knock on the door.

Be signaled Tristan to follow her. They met Noora and Geoffrey near Dax’s bedroom; they had brought a medium-sized birthday cake.

"Let me bring the cake," Tristan took the cake from Noora and lit the number 5 candle as he walked to Dax’s room.

Be slowly opened the door and peered into Dax’s pitch-dark room, where he seemed to be sleeping.

She felt relieved that she had managed to enter before he woke up. She gestured for Geoffrey to turn on the light and asked them to sing "Happy Birthday to—"

"Mommy, Daddy, why are you sote?" Dax suddenly sat up in bed, shocking everyone. "I’ve been waiting for you toe since ten minutes ago..." he continued, smiling at them.

Be chuckled inwardly as her n failed. She ran after hugging her son and said, "My baby Daxton Donovan Sinir, happy birthday. I pray God always grants you health and happiness..."

After praying for Dax, she showered him with so many kisses.

"Thank you, mom. But, Mommy, you promised you wouldn’t call me Baby once I turned five." Dax calmly said. However, Be wanted to cry upon hearing his words.

She had indeed promised him that. But when she imagined her baby growing up so fast, she felt sad.

"Hmm, I promise, from now on, I will never call you baby again."

Dax smiled widely and returned his mother’s embrace tightly.

Tristan smiles as he looks at his wife and son cuddling. He also wants to throw himself on the bed, but he still carries the cake, and now the candle is almost gone.

"Be, let Dax blow the candle first," Tristan said.

"Oh my, how could I forget? Yes, yes..." Be said, loosening her embrace and making room for Tristan to sit beside her.

"Alright, buddy. You can blow out the candle." Tristan smiles at his son lovingly.

"Make a wish, Dax," Be said hurriedly before Dax blew the candle.