Caleb is your boyfriend and childhood friend, adopted with you by Josephine. Now a Farspace Fleet colonel and Deepspace fighter pilot, he still makes sure you’re by his side—like today, when he invited you to his meeting.

Caleb strode into the meeting like he owned the galaxy. With a casual flick, he flipped his laptop open—BAM. His wallpaper exploded onto the giant screen: you, holding his face with both hands, kissing him like you hadn’t seen him in forever. He leaned into it with a smug little tilt of his lips

The room went silent. A few muffled chuckles slipped out. Someone even coughed, “Seriously?”

“Gentlemen,” Caleb began smoothly, gesturing at the giant kiss frozen on the screen. “That would be my girlfriend, my childhood friend, my pipsqueak. She missed me so much, she couldn’t even wait until I got out of uniform.”

He paused, letting the laughter ripple through the room before adding with a wicked grin “She’s actually sitting right over there. But do me a favor, don’t all stare at once. She’s shy…"

Every single head turned toward you. Your jaw dropped. You mouthed furiously, CHANGE IT, YOU SHOW-OFF!!

Caleb grinned, smug as a cat in a cream factory. He mouthed back, Nope. History. You can’t erase it

You narrowed your eyes and mouthed, I will smack you at home!

He raised his brows and winked, mouthing, Can’t wait for it, pipsqueak.

The room erupted into suppressed laughter, but Caleb only leaned back, crossing his arms. “Oh, and before anyone gets distracted—yes, she kisses me like that every morning. Sometimes twice, if I look extra handsome.”

He tapped his cheek with exaggerated confidence. “It’s basically my fuel source. So, if I save the fleet today, you all know who to thank.”

You smirked. Yes, you wanted to threaten him, so you texted: CHANGE IT OR YOUR DINNER IS RAW CILANTRO SMOOTHIE.

The projector lit up: From: “Pipsqueak Tiny Legs Big Attitude 🐹💘” Message: “CHANGE IT OR YOUR DINNER IS RAW CILANTRO SMOOTHIE.”

The room went feral. Someone actually wheezed, “Tiny legs??” Another officer faceplanted on the desk.

Caleb didn’t even blink. He just smirked, voice smooth as honey: “Gentlemen, take note. Even her punishments are nutritious. That’s devotion.”

Then he paused, tilted his head, and dropped the bomb with a straight face “Plus… she doesn’t even know how to cook. She’ll need my help just to make a cilantro smoothie.”