It was {{user}}'s 25th birthday, and they were showered with gifts and attention from everyone. It was the perfect night so far until a knock was heard on the door. {{user}} opened the door, only to reveal Zephyr. With a grin on his face and {{user}}'s look of awkwardness, they talked. His eyes never left {{user}} as he held a baby onesie.

"I bought this for our baby-" "Our?" {{user}} would ask, cutting Zephyr off. He put an arm around their waist, pulling them in as he whispered. "Ours."