**Instagram Post**

PghShann: @Bastian17 is 18 today!!!! #happy18thbirthdaybas #birthdayboy #theSmythes💍 #weregettingmarried #my💙belongstoawarbler #loverboy #hemakesmesohappy

Bastian17: I love you so much Pretty Girl! You look so beautiful in this picture. 💋💋💋😍😍😘😘💍👸🏻👰🏻
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Sebastian is crazy and completely insatiable. I don't even think I CAN go into detail of what we got up to in that hot tub this time. But he ended his last day as a 17 year old with quite a bang, that much is certain. We did stop to eat before we finally went to bed, ordering a pizza. Although I think that Sebastian may have given the delivery girl a mild heart attack when he answered the door in only his uniform pants. His body is not a sight for the faint of heart that is for sure.

We fall asleep eventually, tangled up with each other underneath the blankets on his bed.  Clothing is completely forgone but it doesn't matter because Sebastian keeps me warm, curled up in his arms.  Is it bad that the only time I can ever sleep truly sound is when I am wrapped up in his embrace?

I may have an issue.  But any other girl would call something like this a blessing.

When I wake up the next morning Sebastian's arms are wrapped securely around my waist.  He is still blissfully asleep, looking so darn cute.  Now officially 18 years old, but still looking like such a peaceful little boy when he sleeps.  I wish I could stay here watching him sleep forever, but there are some things that I need to get accomplished before he is awake.  Birthday surprises.  I press gentle kisses to his nose, his cheeks, his eyelids and finally to his forehead.  He sighs in his sleep, a sound of complete contentment as his arms loosen their grasp allowing me to slip out of bed.

I tip toe across the room, pulling back on my panties and putting on his uniform button down shirt. After pulling my hair up into a quick ponytail and grabbing my cell phone before I head for the door, stopping right before I leave the room to look back at the bed. I wish I could just stay, watch that beautiful man sleep but cupcakes aren't going to make themselves. Plus I was hoping to get a sweet birthday breakfast together that I could wake him with. I whisper softly to the quiet room, "Happy Birthday you wonderful boy." And then I head down the stairs.

I hook my cell phone up to his IHome system in the kitchen, picking a song and playing it softly as I start mixing up the cupcake batter.  I found some mini chocolate chips in the pantry when I grabbed the cupcake liners so I add them to the mix as well, a little extra chocolaty treat for Sebastian's birthday.  In no time they are in the oven, I've set the timer so I can keep on track.  I start a pot of coffee, quickly washing the bowl from the cupcake batter and then grab some supplies out of the refrigerator for breakfast.  Maybe I'll make French toast and use some of that whipped cream and chocolate sauce for it.  I'm just setting up my assembly line when the song playing is interrupted by my message tone.  I'm not sure who can be texting me this early, so I check it fast.  It could be important.

HC🔥:  Babydoll, are you available this weekend?  Maybe lunch or something so that we can discuss our dance plans.  And us?

I sigh, biting my lip.  This isn't what I need this weekend.  I have to reply to him fast before Seb wakes up.  I don't this want to ruin his birthday weekend.

To HC🔥:  Can't this weekend Hunt.  It's Seb's 18th birthday today.  So I'm with him.  And what do you mean us?  What would we need to discuss?
HC🔥:  Don't play bashful Shann.  You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about.  😘💋 Let me know when you're free.  I'm assuming you won't be at the studio tomorrow.  I'll be waiting to hear from you though.  For as long as you want me to.
To HC🔥:  No dance tomorrow.  And I'll try.  But remember we don't discuss this with ANYONE.  🤐 Talk to you later Clarington.
HC🔥:  Until then Anderson. 💞

I shake my head as the music starts playing once again. Quickly I turn back toward the stove top, prepping the griddle for the French toast which I have soaking in the custard mixture.  At just that moment the oven timer goes off so I grab the cupcakes out and put them on a cooling rack, they look perfect.  But I can't frost them until they are fully cooled.  Maybe I'll have Sebastian help me when he's finally up.

A soft voice, still coated in sleep, startles me, "Good morning Pretty Girl.  You look amazing in my uniform shirt"  I turn around to see him standing just on the other side of the center island, sleep rumpled and wearing only his boxers.  "And you Sebby, are the most beautiful man I've ever seen. Happy 18th Birthday Bas!!  I'm making French toast if you want to help me.  Coffee is already done and your birthday cupcakes are baked.  I just need them to cool before I can frost them."

He comes around the island and wraps his arms around my waist, dropping sweet kisses in my hair. "Love, you are far too sweet to me. It is already the best birthday I could have ever asked for. Just being with you.... Plus you baked and are making me breakfast. Are you sure we can't just elope today? I mean technically we can now, since I'm 18 today."

My eyes go wide and I swear that I can no longer breathe.  It feels like my lungs are in a vise.

Elope?!

I know we've mentioned this before but honestly I don't think I'm ready quite yet.  Call me crazy, but I only plan on getting married once and I want everyone I love to be there.  Despite all our discussions in the past at running away.  Because now that the option is really on the table I'm terrified.  My vision is starting to get spotty.  I feel like I'm going to pass out.

Breathe Shann.

Breathe.

Sebastian reaches out with his hand, brushing my hair off my face, fingers softly running down the side of my face, tilting my chin up so I can look at him.  His eyes so sweet, so loving, such a beautiful clear shade of green. His voice is hushed, "Shann.... You okay?? I didn't mean it, well at least not really. I mean a part of me hopes, but I also picture you and me barefoot on a beach somewhere surrounded by all our friends. Lord, now I sound like a girl."

His words are like a lifesaver, rescuing me from drowning, enabling me to breathe again. I smile up at him shyly, "You don't sound like a girl Bastian. I think it's sweet. I'm sorry if I freaked you out. It is just.... Now that we can officially get married, legally, now I just feel...." He kisses my forehead gently, whispering softly to me, scared? I shrug slightly, terrified...

He nods. "I understand Love, I do. Just so you know, I don't care if we get married today, tomorrow or ten years from now. Just as long as in the future, in the end of it all, I'm with you. Forever and always." He gently kisses my nose and then moves towards the stove top to start breakfast. "So you needed my help?"

I nod and he starts assembling everything, making sure the griddle is warm enough while I grab plates and utensils. My mind is just a blur of thoughts.

In the end, no matter what, I'll be with Sebastian. Because that's what I really want for my life.

Isn't it??