Happy Birthday.

I couldn't help but stomp around that afternoon. It wasn't that time of month, though, but I did happen to go through some irritating events such as having coffee spilt on me, my hard drive jammng because of a computer virus and my watch kicking the bucket, may it rest in peace. It may sound trivial to you and for me, it wasn't at all pleasent but back to my stomping around.

So there I was, standing in the same place for the past half an hour, staring at the pile of stuff on the floor thinking how was I going to get him to clean it up. Then he walks in with flowers in hand and a smile on his face. It was so confusing. Then i realised that it's my birthday. Fancy that, me forgetting my own birthday. It was quite laughable.

He realised that for the first few minutes I hadn't a clue to what was going on and with a wry smile said the flowers were for his mother. I cocked an eyebrow and went off to the kitchen and asked him is he wanted anything. From the corner of my eye I saw his triumphant smile and a shrug as he followed me into the kitchen.

Of course he wanted something. There are only 2 things on a man's mind most of the time and they are food and sex. Both things inherent in the behaviour of their ancestors and passed down indefinitely through their genes. So I saw his cheeky grin as he sauntered into the kitchen and hugged me from behind. His warmth was very inviting after the harsh day I just had.

I had taken out some eggs, cheese and tomatoes for a quick omelette dinner. Crack the eggs into a bowl, add in some chopped onions and tomatoes, a little salt and pepper and I felt a nibble on my right ear.

"Hungry already, Jason?" I asked almost grinning. His reply was further nibbling and some very passionate kisses which I almost completely ignored while whisking up the mixture but I persisted. His show of intimacy will go unto deaf ears as I continued to make dinner. He finally got out of my way after a few more minutes of trying to get me to stop whisking, he sat down.

"Bring me my dinner, woman!" He barked playfully.

"Excuse me?" I replied, a smart grin plastered over my mouth.

"You heard me!" He continued.

"No,"

"Why?"

"Because I rule over you like the sun on Earth's desert,"

"I love you?" He smiled weakly.

"Of course you do, here's your eggs," I said as I passed him a plate with an omellete and fresh greens before kissing him on the head. "Eat up, we've got a busy night."