My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Chapter 31 TRASH IN SILK

SERAPHINA’S POV

Daniel’s face lit up the moment the video connected. Just seeing him grinning like that filled my chest with something warm and bubbly.

"Mom! Happy birthday!"

I beamed. "Thank you, my love."

He briefly disappeared from the screen and returned with a large cardboard with ’HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!’ designed with sparkly markers and little cartoon caricatures I assumed were me.

My eyes watered as he said, "Grandma said I couldn’t send it to you for security reasons."

"That’s okay, Danny. I love it, thank you."

"You look great," he beamed, and then his eyes widened. "What are you wearing?"

I held the phone out so he could see properly. "They’re my training clothes."

It was a sleek, black tactical set with silver rune detailing and armored accents. Complete with fingerless gloves, combat boots, and a cropped leather jacket I never actually wore to train.

I thought it was a bit of overkill, but Maya said the first step to feeling like a badass was to dress like one.

"Woah!" Daniel gawked, his eyes wide in a way that made me swell with pride. "You look like an action hero."

I laughed. "That’s a bit of a stretch."

"So tell me," he said. "Did you have a good birthday?"

I smiled, glancing at the pile of flowers and gifts on my bed. I tilted the camera so Daniel could see. "I did. My friends threw me a surprise party."

He gasped in delight. "Friends?"

I laughed. "Don’t sound so surprised."

He shook his head. "No, I just..." His smile was so wide it crinkled his eyes shut, pure joy lighting up his face. "I’m so glad you have friends, Mom. You deserve that."

I smiled. "Thank you, baby."

His smile faded slightly. "I wish I could have been there, though. We’re always together on your birthday."

"Oh, baby. I wish you were here too." He always made my birthday slightly less miserable.

"But I’ll be back soon," he said. "Right?"

Gods, I hoped so.

I nodded. "Sooner than you think. I can’t wait."

"Uhm..." I debated whether the topic I was about to broach was a good idea, but decided to go ahead anyway.

"Have you... spoken to your dad?"

Daniel’s smile immediately faded, and he looked away without answering.

I sighed. No matter what went on between me and Kieran, I didn’t want my son harboring resentment towards his dad.

Kieran might have been a distant husband and an even worse ex, but he was a good father, recent actions notwithstanding.

"Honey," I said softly. "You should talk with your dad, okay? He loves you, and he’s super sorry about missing the PTC."

He looked back at me, and I hated that his bright countenance had dulled. "Did he even wish you a happy birthday? I told him he has to treat you better."

I blinked, processing his words.

So that was why Kieran sent that message. It hadn’t come from remorse or sentiment—it was to look good in Daniel’s eyes.

"He did text. He wished me a happy birthday," I said gently, stamping the resentment that suddenly rose in me.

The confrontation was none of his business. He didn’t need to know about Kieran’s cruel words or how Celeste ripped into me yet again.

Daniel didn’t need that weight on his little shoulders.

The tension in his face eased. "Okay, good. I’m glad he did. Maybe I’ll talk to him again."

I smiled softly. "That’s a good idea. I’m proud of you, baby."

"So tell me more about your party!" he said, his excitement returning.

We spoke for a while longer before finally hanging up after he promised to call Kieran again.

I snuggled into my pillows, a contented smile on my face. It had been a good day. A really, really good day.

A part of me was skeptical. I knew I deserved happiness, but was I truly allowed?

The doorbell rang through the house, breaking me out of my reverie.

Something twisted in my belly as I went down to answer the door. I swear, if Kieran or Celeste decided they wanted to pull any of their shit on my birthday—

Oh.

Maya stood on my porch in... a dress.

She always looked formidable in her training clothes, but in her halter dress, strappy sandals, and her curly hair in a wild afro around her head, she looked like a goddess.

She pushed her oversized sunglasses up on her head and grinned. "Hi, birthday girl."

My mouth opened, and an incredulous sound fell out.

"You ready for our big shopping spree?" she asked, eyes gleaming.

I blinked. "Shopping?"

She nodded. "Yep!"

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