Kind of a quirky fun post. TAGS to @jcgoble3, @Tim Battershell, @Trieste This year Gark had promised himself that he wouldn’t forget. Galin’s birthday, his fifth, was now here, and it was to be celebrated during the Ylesia-Coruscant game. The young boy was going to enjoy watching the game as always while being able to celebrate yet another year of his life. He had grown up so fast, Gark mused as he planned all this out. It didn’t seem like that long ago when Me’lin had told him that she was pregnant with their first child; those had been simpler times, before the losing streaks, before the multitude of crazed maniacs who kept trying to kill him, before things got hairy on a constant basis. Galin sat in his chair in the luxury box at Peace City Gardens, ready to take in the game that was about to unfold on the field below. Although he had technically been born on this correct day on the calendar five years earlier, the differences in planetary rotations between Coruscant and Ylesia forced the birthday to be slightly offset. But it didn’t matter for the boy’s parents; Galin was technically five years old now. It was a milestone birthday, indicating the transition from young child to school student. It probably wouldn’t be long before he reached ten years of age, when his personality would start to fully flesh out. Galin had chosen his favorite player on the Senators, Maximus Qorbus. He had always idolized the Nautolan forward for his scoring knack, even though the prior season he had failed to produce points. Therefore, Gark had made sure that the birthday boy got a visit from his favorite player prior to the game; although Gark could easily pull strings like that on his team, he decided that this needed to be a special occasion. Of course Galin could get comfortable around the team, but this was supposed to be more of a one-on-one meeting between the pro player and the child. Galin had enjoyed his chance to hang out with Qorbus, which was phase one of the birthday plan. The game got started down on the field, and Galin watched intently. Gark shared the gaze down at his team; they had to win this game. The losing streak had to end. Five minutes in, though, it was Me’lin who broke the silence that had crept into the box. “When should we give the birthday boy his party?” she asked her husband. “Anytime now,” Gark said. The three of them were alone in the box; Londy Whiste hadn’t come on the journey to stay at work, and Mykal was home on Coruscant going to school. They hoped he wouldn’t get into trouble or party at the house while they were away. The ball was kicked out of play, and the media timeout occurred. Me’lin took the opportunity to surprise her son with a cake, which made Galin’s eyes grow wide. “I baked it myself,” she said proudly, and Galin grinned. “Can I have cake?” he asked. “Of course,” Me’lin said. She started to cut the cake, and Galin got a nice large piece. He started munching it down. “Whoa, slow down there, champ,” Gark said. “Don’t eat all your cake in such a hurry. Enjoy it.” Galin slowed down, but only a little. Gark just shook his head; sometimes the boy was just a rogue. Just like his father, rough around the edges but with a heart of gold. The elder S’rily started to eat his cake, and reminisced about Galin’s first five years. They had been a very bumpy ride, and he felt saddened that he hadn’t been able to hang out with his son much during that time. A lot of those years had been spent away from home for various reasons, and had included much personal peril. So he hoped the next five years would be better. After eating his cake, Gark went to the back of the box to throw out his plate. However, Me’lin was already there boxing up the leftovers. Taking the private moment in the back of the box, away from prying eyes, Gark knew he would act. He reached around Me’lin to close the box, and then wrapped his arms around her waist. He could feel the bump in her stomach that would someday be their second child, now not much more than a lump in its mother’s womb. “Hi,” he said. “Hi,” Me’lin said. “So, are we going to give the birthday boy his presents?” Gark asked. “Of course. I was just about to get to those before you got me first,” his wife chided him. “I’m checking in on the baby. Nothing more,” Gark said meekly. “You just like my figure,” Me’lin said. “Of course,” Gark said with a smirk. “I’d take that figure to bed right now if I could.” “Sweet thought of you, honey, but we can’t,” Me’lin said with a sigh. “Might hurt baby if we roughhouse too much.” “I know,” Gark said with a sigh of his own. The crappy thing about having a pregnant wife was not being able to freely make love with her on a whim, or at least that’s what he figured was most important. Either that or his priorities were all screwy, which he figured was a likely scenario. “Galin should get to enjoy his birthday, before we might start to overshadow him with baby talk,” Me’lin commented. “This is his day, and he ought to be able to enjoy it without any thoughts of a sibling who might take our attention away from him.” “So we shall,” Gark said. He released his wife and grabbed a few wrapped packages from the back counter. He then went up to Galin and handed him the gifts. Galin ripped each one open as any child in his situation would, and quickly he found his treasure. Several packs of Tepps trading cards of Elite Leaguers, a foam Limmie ball, and then a kids’ size Max Qorbus jersey. Galin immediately put it on and grinned; he now had the jersey of his favorite player on his body. When Qorbus scored a goal in the game, Galin cheered extra loud. When the Nautolan barely missed on a shot on goal, Galin frowned. Obviously he had lots invested in Qorbus as a favorite player. When the game ended, the Senators walked out with a close win. As they picked up their things in preparation to leave the box, Gark had to ask something. “Hey, the team won on your birthday,” he said to the boy. “That’s pretty special.” “Yeah,” was all Galin said. “Qorbus scored that goal for me, right, dad?” “Sure did, sport,” Gark said. He turned to his wife and lowered his voice a little. “It’s going to be hard to keep track of birthdays for two kids plus Mykal,” he commented. “We’ll manage, like we always do,” the Twi’lek replied. “I think Galin enjoyed today,” Gark then said. “I think so too. He’s so cute when he cheers for Qorbus,” Me’lin said. “You can tell he’s invested in the game, and I guess I only have you to blame for that.” “Hey, he chose the game out of his own interests. I had nothing to do with it,” Gark said, raising his hands as if to profess innocence. Me’lin just chuckled. Gark loved that laugh; it was another quirky bit about his wife that he enjoyed. “He’s definitely got a lot of your personality in him. It’s easy to tell.” “The more like me the better,” Gark said with a wry grin. “If he takes my route, he’ll be successful in life, I just know it.” “And we’ll be there at every step of the way. Here’s to our growing family,” Me’lin said. She came over and kissed her husband. “Do I still taste cake?” she asked after the smooch. “You’ll just have to find out with another try,” Gark said. Me’lin chuckled again and the couple kissed once more. “Ew,” was all Galin said as he saw the affection between his parents and decided to look away. “Yep, definitely like me,” Gark commented. And that was the way he liked it.