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“Babe. Babe. Babe, wake up.” Keelio groaned and swatted at the hands pushing their way up under his shirt, rolling over and burying his face in the pillow. “I know you’re awake.”

“Oh my god, what?” Keelio sighed, voice muffled by the pillow. He felt lips against the back of his neck, curved into a smirk.

“Happy birthday.” Keelio sighed heavily and turned his head to look at Redwing out of the corner of his eye.

“Uh-huh. And why are you saying happy birthday to me when it’s your birthday?” Keelio asked indulgently. Redwing shrugged, wrapping his arms around Keelio as best he could and laying all of his weight on top of him.

“You know, just in case you forgot.”

“What have I ever forgotten your birthday?” Keelio asked with a louder sigh. He knew he was beyond being able to go back to sleep, but he could still put on a show of not getting up just to spite Redwing and his ridiculous ideas about what was an appropriate time to wake Keelio up.

“There’s always a first time for everything,” Redwing said, never short of snark and always needing the last word. Keelio just hummed and pushed his face back into the pillow, shifting into a more comfortable position with Redwing’s newly added weight pressing him down. A few moments went by and Redwing patted at Keelio’s ribs.

“Hey, you’re not falling asleep are you?”

“I’m certainly trying but you’re making it hard.”

“Yeah, well, face down like that you’re making something else real hard,” Redwing said, and Keelio could hear the damn smirk in his voice. He groaned loudly and reached behind him to swat at Redwing.

“Off, off, you menace. Don’t be gross so early in the morning.”

“It’s six in the morning, how is that early?”

“I hate you so much.” Redwing laughed but got up and grabbed Keelio’s shoulder to roll him onto his back, allowing Redwing to lean down over him and give him a quick kiss.

“I know. But it is my birthday.”

It took another hour and a half for the two of them to get out of bed, and even that was just to clean up and put on clean clothes. When Keelio just put on pajama pants, however, Redwing frowned dramatically from the bathroom door.

“Hey, why aren’t you getting dressed? Aren’t we doing anything today?” he asked around the mouthful of toothpaste froth that threatened to dribble down his chin.

“Did you plan anything?” Keelio asked, unconcerned. Redwing huffed.

“Why would I plan anything? It’s my—”

“Uh-huh, it’s your birthday. Believe me, I’m aware. Just get dressed so I can make breakfast. And stop talking with your mouth full.” Redwing made a disgruntled noise.

“Since when does brushing your teeth count as having your mouth full?” he muttered as he went back into the bathroom.

“Since you can’t talk without getting toothpaste on your shirt!” Keelio called, slipping a shirt on over his head.

“I don’t have… ah shit.” Keelio laughed to himself and left to go downstairs and start breakfast. Once downstairs and experiencing quiet for the first time that morning, Keelio managed to start bacon and pancakes before he heard Redwing thumping down the stairs. He sighed a bit to himself before he felt arms around his waist.

“Hey, do you know how long I was up there talking to myself because you didn’t say anything before you left?” Redwing grumbled unhappily. Keelio smiled to himself but snorted showily.

“That’s your fault for not noticing. Besides, you’ve never needed two people to have a conversation.” He grabbed another handful of chocolate chips and spread them over the still-wet pancakes before flipping them to cook the other sides.

“Okay, now that’s just rude,” Redwing huffed, pressing his forehead between Keelio’s shoulder blades. “What are you making?”

“Bacon cooked until it’s charcoal and pancakes with dark chocolate, because you’re disgusting,” Keelio informed him with a sniff. Redwing headbutted him a little harder in retaliation for the comment but then reached over and grabbed a handful of the dark chocolate chips.

“Can you put strawberries in them, too?” Redwing asked.

“Picky,” Keelio said too fondly. “Get them out of the fridge for me and I will.” Redwing’s warmth immediately vanished and Keelio heard the fridge open and shut before a bowl of strawberries was slid onto the counter next to his hand.

“I’m allowed to be picky when you apparently haven’t planned anything for my birthday. How many years have we been married, and you’re still such a homebody. I’m clearly not rubbing off on you enough.”

“You rub off on me often enough,” Keelio muttered without thought as he got a knife from the block. Redwing made a choking sound before he burst into startled laughter.

“Holy shit, maybe you are finally learning from me!” he exclaimed, laughter coloring his words. Keelio flushed so hard he could feel his ears burning and stammered for a moment before clearing his throat as he grabbed the cutting board and began cutting up strawberries with too much force.

“You’re a bad influence on me, I’m realizing. I should probably divorce you before it gets any worse,” he said as flatly as he could manage when his face felt like it would burst into flames at any moment.

“Aw, babe,” Redwing whined, obviously trying not to laugh, “but it’s my birthday. You can’t get a divorce today.”

“Want to bet?” he asked. Redwing’s hand grabbed a strawberry and Keelio smacked it lightly, but Redwing wasn’t fazed and took it anyway. He leaned against Keelio’s back again, like it was his official place, and Keelio found himself smiling in a few moments.

“I’d very much appreciate it if you didn’t divorce me,” Redwing said seriously.

“Oh, were you serious about that whole “til death do us part” thing? Cause now might be a good time to tell you we’re just friends,” Keelio said, smiling openly knowing that Redwing couldn’t see him. He did feel Redwing stiffen behind him before relaxing again, probably getting over the surprise of the statement.

“Did you just “no homo” me? Did I just get “no homo”ed by my husband?” Redwing asked incredulously. “On my birthday?”

“Are you going to be milking that one all day?” Keelio asked as he put the finished pancakes on a plate off to the side and started new ones, this time with the dark chocolate and strawberries.

“We both know the answer to that.”

“Yes, we do,” Keelio sighed dramatically. He transferred the bacon onto another plate and flipped the next set of pancakes. Seeing that breakfast was almost ready, Redwing pulled away again.

“Coffee or orange juice?” he asked.

“Mm, orange juice,” Keelio said. He could hear Redwing getting cups and cutlery and then liquid pouring as Redwing set the small table. They were quiet for a few moments as Keelio finished the pancakes and Redwing got the table ready, and the two of them worked around each other with an ease that just came naturally to them after so long together. Keelio put the plates of bacon and pancakes on the table and sat down next to Redwing.

“This smells so good, thank you baby,” Redwing said, leaning over and kissing Keelio before he sat back down and began preparing his plate.

“You’re welcome. What do you want to do today?” Keelio asked. Redwing glanced at him, trying to read his expression. Keelio had always been more of a homebody than Redwing, and when he planned days it usually involved movie marathons and delivery. Which was totally fine! That could definitely be fun, and a nice change of pace on occasion. But Redwing had always been a bit more adventurous, and his idea of a good day was definitely a bit more involved.

“Just whatever,” Redwing said, not wanting to eat foot by saying anything else and risking his mouth running off. Keelio hummed at that, eyes sliding to Redwing for a moment.

“Really? Just whatever?” he asked innocently. Redwing made himself smile, resigning his energy to running around the house.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Well, if you’re not really in the mood for it, I guess I should return the tickets.” Redwing perked up instantly, though he tried not to.

“Tickets? What tickets?” he couldn’t help but blurt out. Keelio smirked, taking another bite of pancake just to make Redwing wait for his answer.

“Well, since it is your birthday, I got us time tickets for the new rock climbing center for two hours, a lunch reservation at that place above the zoo where you can see the animals, then we have a tour through the botanical gardens where you can touch all the flowers you want except in the poisonous plant section.”

“There’s a poisonous plant section?” Redwing asked, utterly delighted. Keelio smirked, smug as anyone can be while eating strawberry chocolate pancakes.

“I know who I married,” he said. Redwing stared at him for a long moment before getting up from the table, making Keelio blink as Redwing came around and pushed Keelio’s chair back and collapsed into his lap.

“You’re such a jerk,” Redwing said, half laughing. “You totally put on airs all morning to make me think you hadn’t planned anything.”

“It’s funny seeing you try to swallow another in-date,” Keelio said shamelessly. “But happy birthday, Red.”

“Thank you, babes,” Redwing said, kissing him firmly before pulling back. “But seriously you need to eat more quickly because I will leave you for rock climbing.”