Happy Birthday Holly - The Big Birthday Activity Book: (Personalized Children's Activity Book)

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Yeah," I say shyly. If I didn't know better, I'd think Holly was asking me out. That's what it feels like, but I don't want to assume, and I don't want to ask because I might not like the answer. I don't want to pressure her into anything. Just going anywhere with her will make the day special," Holly answers softly. I'm ten seconds away from making Price pull over. She's driving like my great-grandmother and I have somewhere to be. It's lunchtime and she's waiting for me. Posing with her TV producer beau, Holly typed: "Happy birthday to my Love." In reply, a fan said: "Pretty sure it’s his birthday every day!" The 42-year-old ITV star is a doting mother of three; 13-year-old son Harry, 11-year-old daughter Belle, and eight-year-old son Chester.

The night is going great. I'm over the moon. I can't believe it. Now, hopefully, the Penny will go as planned and maybe just maybe I'll get a good night kiss and then I can die happy. And I mean happy.

I laugh and say, "Come on Lunchbox. They get pale when they see me walk in. When they give me the food, they make a point to say that there's no cross-contamination. I bet they didn't know what that meant till you explained it to them. You say I have a death glare; I'm starting to think I have nothing on you."

In reply to the snap, Sarah wrote: "This is how I will always remember you both at the flat in Putney: most comfortable beds EVER too!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLLYBOL XX." John commented: "Wishing you a very happy birthday holly, hope you have a fantastic day and get absolutely spoilt rotten." I bite my lip and say, "What if I'm going overboard and I overwhelm her? Or what if she hates everything? Maybe I should have taken a simpler approach." One thousand dollars and how long it'll take for either of you to finally make a move," Tracy shrugs. I can see her wheels spinning. She keeps looking at my food, and now she's scowling. I put my hand over hers and say, "Come on, Hol. We need to eat. My lunch hour is almost over. It'll be okay. Even if it isn't, you have one of my epi pens in your desk, at your house, in your car. Don't you think you are overreacting a little?"As I hand it to her our hands brush and my heart goes into overdrive. She's holding it so carefully and delicately. She brings it to her nose and says, "It's beautiful, Gail. How did you know it's my favorite?" When I pull away to get some air, she only moves her kisses down my jaw while my fingers sink into her hair. I moan when she whispers, "God, you feel so good, Holly." She leans in close and whispers in my ear, "You've been haunting my dreams for months now, Lunchbox, but I can be patient. You're well worth the wait." I sit down, avoid her gaze and, as my leg nervously bounces up and down, I mumble, "Umm, well...see...umm...I...I...I think...umm...I'm falling for Holly."

Anybody else wouldn't say I was overreacting. I'm just cautious. Besides, that little episode scared the hell out of me. Seeing your best friend gasping for air and covered in hives would make anybody cautious. It didn't have to happen. You told them about your allergy. They could have killed you," Holly quietly says as she looks down. Thank you for all your kind wishes… what a beautiful day … the best birthday gift of glorious blue skies and sunshine… with a healthy side/slab of cake… hugest love H," she added. Before I can argue more, she drops some bills on the table and stands up. With a soft smile, she reaches her hand out to me. I pray to God that this isn't one of my dreams again. Because I swear, I'm going to be pissed when I wake up. I grab her hand instinctively and follow her out. I stop her rambling when I lean in and capture her lips. After a few minutes of making out, I pull away and say, "Gail baby, let’s just take it one step at a time. I don't know how you want to play it at work, but anything you decide is okay with me. I understand this is new for you. But I'll admit that I wouldn't mind you calling me your girl if I get to brag your mine too."I know that I'm flushed and that I don't look right. But to Price's credit, she didn't ask one question and the rest of the day was spent in silence. Yes, I called in a few favors. So, would you like to go?" Holly asks again, but this time her tone is different. She's nervous. Why? I don't know. There's not a place I wouldn't go with her.

I smile and open the door. Holly sniffs the air and gives me that lopsided grin I love so much, "Italian?" Easy there, tiger. That's not what I meant. I just mean that a more direct method will probably get you what you want."Nothing like that is happening. Please, I understand why you are upset, but give Gail a chance to explain and apologize," Tracy implores.