#//i am a proud mom ;;;A;;; dont touch me im having maternal feelings ;;;a;;;

[sentofighta]

Box wrapped in blue and tied with a yellow ribbon into a fluffy bow was placed on the nightstand beside Einar before she sat down beside him. It was hard to wake up before him, but the desire to see his surprised face when he opened the gift she prepared for him as soon as possible far outweighed her desire to keep sleeping. She had been working on a blue sweater for him with white cats patterned across. She reached over to gently shake his shoulder. "Einein, happy birthday, rise and shine~"

Einar’s birthday | @crownofsmiles

Before their marriage, he had no problem staying in camp with the soldiers and come back home after their mission is over, maybe a week or two later but since Sora started living with them (which is an understatement to being forced to at the beginning) Einar found it was better to head back home whenever he can. It was a precaution in case someone tried to break into the house and take her by force for interrogation.  

He may come back home more often now but usually for a day or two, and would leave early in the morning to head back to the camp site. Sometimes, too early Sora and Gustav are not awake yet. 

For today, it slipped his mind that his birthday is upon them. Since it was just him and his uncle, his birthday was modestly celebrated and when he grow older, it was just like any other sit down with his uncle, probably involved the latter being too drunk at times celebrating it. Heh, a crazy old man but what can he say? He loves his uncle.

Einar woke up to Sora shaking him awake which made him flinch, thinking something had happened and it took him a couple of seconds to register what she just said. Eyes narrowed down at her for a moment before he let out a sigh. “....morning....” for the love of all...it felt like ten years were sapped out of his life span. At least she is alright. 

“Is it...already?” huh.. time flies so quickly. It was not that hard to not notice the gift beside him which made him eye it for a moment then look back at Sora, “...that face means I must open it, right?” it was so obvious, or she would not have waken him first thing in the morning. Sheesh...what an endearing wife he has. 

“Right...” he sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before picking up the box. Eyes stole a glance at her and boy she was practically fidgeting in her place. Was it something she made? Or else she would not be this excited. Hmm...she bought for him gloves the other time, now he wonder what it is (and the gloves are his new partners wherever he goes by the way.)

Carefully undoing the ribbons, he took off the box lid to see the gift and boy, he stared at it for a good minute before taking it out. “...sweater . . .” he raised it up, checking it left and right before spreading it in front of him, his left hand feeling it. “It’s pretty... Did you make this yourself? It must’ve took you long time...” despite that it bothered him that she would go this length for him he was honestly...happy. He may not people pushing themselves for others but who can say no to their wife doing her best to make him happy?

He is happy.

“The cats are adorable. Looks like V...heh,” his left hand still caressing the sweater. It was soft...this is really well made piece. Guess this has become his new favorite thing.

Einar looks back at Sora, “Thank you...This is nice,” a smile graces his features. He leans to gently rub the tip of their noses together (very cat like) before pressing a kiss to her soft lips. “Don’t come to me when I wear this everyday and possibly ruin it,” and he means it. His left hand rest behind her head, fingers running through her hair as he kissed her again...and again. She means everything to him now. This woman is the reason he is alive now, and whatever he does cannot repay it. But he can try his best to show her how grateful he is that she is part of his life.

“Carus, I don’t have work today... We can stay here for a little bit longer...” before he turns around to push her back on the bed. “Can we?”