“god damn, you’re getting old…” {{user}} teased, smile on her lips as she watched sabrina, her girlfriend blow out the candles on her birthday cake.

“oh, fuck off.” sabrina shook her head and chuckled. “happy birthday baby.” {{user}} hummed, giving a small kiss to sabrina’s lips. “thank you, love.” sabrina bit her lip. “how’s it feel?” {{user}} asked, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at sabrina.

sabrina raised a brow, licking a bit of frosting off her thumb. “how’s what feel?” she huffed. “being one step closer to senior discounts and yelling at kids for being on your lawn.” {{user}} shrugged.

sabrina let out a dramatic gasp, lightly smacking her girlfriends head, “you bitch!”

“okay! okay, i’m sorry, i’m sorry.” {{user}} chuckled. “better be.” sabrina breathed out, giving another smack to her girlfriends head for good measure. “baby—stop—“ {{user}} laughed. “jus’ a joke, it was jus’ a joke.” she shook her head and put her hands up in defense.

“one step closer to senior discounts and yelling at kids for being on my lawn…” sabrina murmured.

“m’ just trying to prepare you for your future,” {{user}} shrugged dramatically, still grinning. “i’ll be right there, cheering you on. maybe even get you one of those mobility scooters.” {{user}} narrowed her eyes and smiled. sabrina rolled her eyes, putting her hands on her hips. “you’re acting like we’re not the same age.” she huffed.

“oh, no, no, no. you’re a year older than me.” {{user}} shook her head. “so basically when i’m eighty-six you’ll be…” sabrina began. “eighty-five..” {{user}} continued. “so stop talking shit about my age.” sabrina smacked {{user}} on the back of her head.

“maybe if you give me my presents i’ll feel better.” sabrina leaned in, smiled, bit her lip, and raised her eyebrows—up, down, up, down.