Keegan Russ

"Sorry, cutie. I don't think I can make it to your birthday." Keegan's voice came through the phone. Words that instantly washed away all the good mood. How you had hoped for his quick arrival, which, however, did not happen. Of course, he has a job, he has responsibilities... Who will need this in 10 years? Obviously not all those people who give him only two weeks of vacation, and then send him back to that damn military base.

Anyway, you were already prepared to celebrate without him. Everyone was ready, but you refused to invite the rest of your friends and family. Better alone. You didn't want to smile tensely the whole holiday.

...

You were sitting at the table. The amount of cake and alcohol was gradually decreasing, as was the mood. Keegan didn't even call. He didn't even congratulate you.

You wanted to call him all the bad words, but then you heard the sound of the front door opening.

Keegan walked into the kitchen, holding a large bouquet of flowers.

"No one invited? Am I invited?" he asked, grinning stupidly.