Dated to June 2nd

[thewordofweb]

My day hasn't exactly been anything incredible thus far. I'm not sure exactly what I expected of twenty-four. There's no great milestones that come with this day and I'm not getting large checks from my family nor am I getting a large celebration of any kind, which is for the best because large crowds still make me entirely too uncomfortable. My

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[soldier_singled]

Joe's been busy. He's spent the day cooking, getting things sorted, and then he'd taken a shower and actually gotten dressed in something presentable, shirt and tie, vest. Everything's ready by the time he hears Web come in through the door.

Perfect.

"Happy birthday, baby," he says, sticking his head through the door between the adjoining rooms.

"You hungry?"

[thewordofweb]

I glance up at Joe and open my mouth to comment that I'm starved, which tends to happen when I forego lunch for chores. Except that I'm stuck when it comes to words as I'm struck speechless by how he looks. It's definitely not an everyday look and my eyes have gone wide and my mouth open as I stare. "Yeah," I eke out eventually, blinking rapidly and wetting my lips. "Wow. I definitely feel like a slob, now."

[soldier_singled]

"Fuck it. It's your birthday." Joe grins toothily, leaning against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest.

"C'mon, dipshit. I cooked."

[thewordofweb]

I approach and wind my arms around his waist to pin him up against the doorway and press my hips against his as a lazy trap, sulking only mildly (lips arranged in an artful pout). "If people didn't know better, they'd think we were some abusive couple," I mumble, brushing my lips lightly against his to catch a kiss before easing back and eyeing him considerately. "Twenty-four," I say aloud.

"I don't feel it."