Marina lay awake next to Caleb, listening to his breathing, waiting for the second he sounded like he was waking up. The moment she felt him turn towards her, she pulled him closer. "Happy birthday to you," she began, singing quietly to gently rouse him. "Happy birthday to you." She planted a gentle kiss on his nose. "Happy birthday dear Caleeeeeeeb," she held out the note longer than was necessary. "Happy birthday to you." She finished, putting her hand on his cheek and kissing him gently on the lips.
"I just wanted to be the first one to tell you that today. I couldn't wait anymore," she said, laughing. "Birthday breakfast is my treat. What do you want? I'll bring it to you in bed."
//lol don't worry I won't make us have two threads going, but of course she had to tell him happy birthday 😌
Caleb let out a slow, sleepy exhale, the sound of her voice tugging him gently out of whatever dream he’d been buried in. His brow furrowed for a second before his eyes finally cracked open.
“…mm,” he hummed, lips still lingering where she’d kissed him.
Then a faint smirk pulled at one corner of his mouth. “You practiced that, didn’t you?” he murmured. His hand came up, covering hers where it rested against his cheek.
“The first one, huh…” he added. “Guess I picked the right person to wake up next to.” He shifted closer without hesitation, pulling her into him like it was instinct, forehead nudging lightly against hers before he pressed a slow kiss to her lips.
“Breakfast in bed sounds nice,” he said, voice still husky. “You’re setting a high bar for the rest of the year.”
“…but if you’re asking what I want?” His hand slid down her arm, fingers lacing with hers. “Stay here a bit longer,” he said quietly. “With you. That’s first.”
“…after that, I’ll take apple pancakes. And coffee strong enough to bring me back to life.”
