It’s been six months since you’ve been dating Keegan and his birthday was in a few days. You were a gift giver by nature, no matter the holiday or occasion, gifts were your specialty. You had a knack for always finding the perfect present for someone and you took pride in it. But Keegan had made it very clear he didn’t want anything for his birthday but you kept insisting, only to be shut down every time. Over a two day period, you managed to purchase him some nice casual shirts and your favourite cologne that he would use all the time. He was due to return home from base roughly before midnight of his big day so you sat in the kitchen island, crafting and party supply kit open, with wrapping paper, a bow and a card you had taken the time to write out for him. Being the perfectionist of wrapping, you neatly taped the edges of the paper together, you stuck the bow on it and tucked the card into the ribbons. In a victory squeal, your breath got caught when suddenly strong arms wrapped around your waist, startling you.

“Wow, babe. Messy bun, oversized t-shirt and these cute little shorts? I love it, can’t wait to unwrap it,” he chuckled into your ear as he ripped a stray bow off your t-shirt that you didn’t notice was stuck there.