Touch Me

Association

My birthdays were never a big deal until I met Kevin. I mean, it's not like my father made a big fuss, clearly. Sometimes, if he even remembered it was my birthday, he'd refrain from violence. If I was lucky.
And to that same spirit, I've never had anyone's birthday to make a big fuss over until Kevin came along. He always wants to make up for the lost birthdays for me, and for him, I always made a big deal. He loves making a big deal about my birthday. He gets really enthusiastic and I, in turn, get really excited that he is so happy about my birthday. Nobody ever made a big deal out of it before. I was ecstatic to see anyone that happy that it was my birthday. By the end, we'd both have smiles we can't seem to wipe off our faces. Celebrating someone's else's birthday is an underrated joy. 

Of course, I'd always acknowledged my father's birthday. I'd mumble "happy birthday" when I saw him, on my way out to school, and then I wouldn't see him for a couple of days. But I never got to celebrate someone's birthday. It's very fun.

Kevin never makes a big deal about his own birthday, so I have to do it for him. I get just as excited for his, as he does for mine. Birthdays are exciting.

Kevin was already in the living room by the time I woke up that morning. He was out on the couch, watching the morning news, a mug of near-black coffee in his hand.
I still wasn't a coffee drinker, but Kevin had taken a liking to it once again.

He wasn't shaven yet, his cheeks, chin and upper lip prickly with stubble. His glasses were slightly fogged from the steam of the coffee. He was dressed in a gray undershirt, his boxers, and white tube socks, striped at the top.

"Hey!! Good morning, baby.." he smiled as I walked over to the couch

"Hey, Twenty-six!"

Kevin let out a slight chuckle, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Why do you already act like a forty nine year old dad?"

"Hey!!"

"I'm into it! You just matured so quickly. You're going to be retiring by thirty" I teased

"I'm perfectly happy to be getting old"

"Good. Happy birthday, old man" I giggled, kissing his cheek

"Thank you" he grinned, pulled his arm around my middle, to rub my side "it's gonna be a good one, I can tell"

"I think so too.. what do you want for breakfast?"

"I think I want to finish up my coffee and make a vegetable omelette."

"You don't want to go out?"

"Nah.. not right now"

"Can I at least make it for you?"

"I like my omelettes a certain way. Plus, I like to cook for you."

"So for your birthday, you're going to cook me breakfast?"

"..yep." He chuckled

"If you insist.."

"That, I do."

"Then, alright.. you'll make breakfast. But I'm taking you out to dinner. Deal?"

"Deal."

He finished his coffee, and got up off the couch

"I'm going to make more coffee, do you want any?"

"No, thanks."

"Alright. What do you want in your omelette?"

"Just cheese and spinach, please"

"No egg?"

"..I assumed the egg was a given, but yes, I'd like egg in it" i rolled my eyes at his attempt to poke fun