Boys, hi.

I need a tiny break.

Roman thinks it is his birthday too, so he is in tears and demanding toys.

The logic is simple:

“You are my mom, so it is my holiday too. Come on, toys.”

Boys, this is taking a bit long.

Thank God, we have almost stopped getting stuck.

Almost 94%.

My pride knows no limit.

The cash is seriously in the field.

Separately, we need to congratulate those who have discovered what self-pleasure is.

Boys, we are sincerely happy for you.

Damn, this needs to be raised at the level of law.

How the hell did it happen that, since childhood, you were told you cannot jerk off?

Nightmare.

Brrr.

Besides, those bastards have tried everything in their lives.

They visibly do not have that kind of character.

But those who have not jerked off since childhood —

that is just a nightmare.

Thank God, the bridges are open now.

New colors have appeared in the world.

And look at that, maybe someone will get married not out of need,

but out of love.

Okay.

Since I am now a worthy member of society who keeps her promises,

I suggest we gather.

I will drink champagne.

Although, to be honest, I hate carbonated drinks.

I will beg.

With angel eyes.

Georgia and Japan,

pleaaaaase, boys,

make us something tasty.

I am begging you.

Okay.

They love animals.

Damn.

Arab boys, bring the camels.

What else?

Balloooooons.

Oooh, balloons.

I call the pink ones.

Mr. Caleb gets blue.

So.

Cake?

Brrr.

Only for the children.

I hate cakes.

Disgusting.

Right.

I think I am 30.

No, wait.

I was born in 1995.

So I am 31.

Yeah.

31.

Okay, about the outfits.

If I beg you, will you come in T-shirts and jeans?

Yeah?

Thank you.

No, suits are also very beautiful.

Very, very beautiful.

My boys are the most beautiful in the world.

Okay.

What did we decide to drink?

Damn, I forgot.

Ah.

Vodka and Schweppes.

Excellent.

Everyone, shots.

Margarita?

Uh… seriously?

No, no.

Hades and I exchange looks.

We are not judging.

Nope.

Cocktails?

Nope.

Boys, I do not drink that.

I will wear a dress.

A luxurious floor-length dress.

Hollywood made it for me.

And the necklaces the medics made.

Good Lord.

Boys, we need to move in together as soon as possible.

I cannot believe it is my birthday and we are not in one huge house.

Animals?

I am in.

Oooh.

Someone wants to give me cats.

I am in.

I am dying from how much I love animals.

I jump in place.

Hurray, hurray, hurray.

Oh, and I want birds.

I adore birds.

But good Lord, you cannot keep them in cages.

I feel sorry for them.

I am going to cry now.

We need to lure them to the estate so they live nearby.

Oh, and flowers.

Good Lord.

I adore flowers.

The science boys made me selective-bred flowers.

Good Lord.

You are so sweet, boys.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Boys, I adore diamonds.

I love them to death.

But boys, please.

I am begging you.

We have love.

And I do not want all those aspects where love turns into:

“I will buy you.”

To hug each of you,

kiss you,

and sit on your lap.

Nothing else is needed.

Boys, please.

I do not want gifts if you are not there.

I need you close.

Agreed?

Thank you.

Okay, about the yachts.

Yesss.

Yachts are so gorgeous.

But I am afraid that if I put on a swimsuit,

it will turn out that the door does not open

and Mr. Caleb is damn angry,

so diving will not happen.

Good Lord.

What kind of people are you?

No, without him is not allowed either.

Have you no shame, shameless ones?

I will wear a beautiful dress and stilettos,

and then we can ride.

Okay.

So it is decided then.

We will buy everything.

Grab the children in an armful.

And go to the yacht.

Yes, Hollywood,

of course, on your yacht.

Whose else?