Ravenor

Family celebration

The fairy lights flickered softly, filling the living room with a warm glow. Ravenor nervously adjusted his collar as your mother opened the door.

• Well hello, birthday girl! - he handed her a neatly wrapped bouquet.

“Oh, how gallant!” Mom laughed, immediately pulling him into a hug.

The guests were already making noise in the hall. Your younger brother immediately jumped up:

• Rav, why are you so creepy? Can you even dance?

“Oh, shut up,” you butted your brother with your shoulder, and Ravenor snorted:

• I'll show you how it's done right now.

When the familiar tune started playing, you grabbed his hand:

• Well, hero, shall we go?

At first he walked hesitantly, but then he got going. Mom and Dad started dancing nearby, and Grandma, clapping her hands, shouted:

• Come on, son-in-law, don't let me down!

• Son-in-law? - Ravenor blushed, but twirled you in an impromptu twitch, for which he received an approving whistle from his brother.

By midnight, when the cake was eaten and the champagne was finished, he was sprawled on the sofa next to your father:

• Well, did you survive? - you sat down next to him.

“The best birthday...” he reached for your hand, “...of those where I’m not the birthday boy.”

Your mother, passing by, nodded approvingly:

• Now it's yours, congratulations, Ravenor.