The perfect birthday

Molly:

Farrell acted like he had no clue about my birthday. He questioned me about a lot of things when we got married but he had said a word and it was in two days time.

I could walk on my leg with very little pain, and Paula had been hung in guilt ever since. Plus Farrell limited the way we talked. He barely allowed her breathe near me.

"Paula isn't someone you casually deal with," he said most times when I demanded to see her. It was like I was five and he was my parent ditacting who and who I could be friends with.

I was having a breakfast of french toast, and Farrell made it downstairs in time. He was putting on a black suit, and he had his shades in his hand. His hair was recently cut which gave him a more youthful look. In conclusion he looked as beautiful as ever.

kissed me on the head, and attempted to walk away. Then I looked at him with my hands crossed.

"Seriously Farrell?" I asked with creased brows, and my hands crossed to my chest. Then he turned around to look at me. H