Keegan....

"Sorry, cutie. I don't think I'll be able to make it for your birthday," Keegan's voice came through the phone. Words that instantly washed away all the good mood like a wave.
How much you had hoped for his early arrival, which, in the end, didn't happen. Of course, he has work, he has duties... Who is even going to care about this in 10 years? Certainly not all those people who give him only two weeks of vacation and then send him back to that damn military base.

In short, you had already prepared to celebrate without him. Everything was ready, but you declined the invitation of other friends and loved ones. Better to be alone. You didn't want to spend the whole holiday with a forced smile.

...

You were sitting at the table. The amount of cake and alcohol was gradually decreasing, as was your mood. Keegan hadn't even called. Hadn't even congratulated you.
You wanted to call him every bad name in the book, but then, the sound of the front door opening was heard.

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

"Didn't invite anyone? Am I invited, cutie?" he asked.

.