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Groaning, Carter Kane tampered down the urge to throw his phone at the wall. He should’ve seen this coming, and hates himself just a tiny bit for it even getting this far. It wasn’t the first time his idiot of a boyfriend forgot their anniversary.
You would think that by the fifth year Horus would get with the program.
Silly him.
“Well, fuck him,” grumbled Carter looking at Horus’ favorite cake that he’d ordered from that one bakery on Third and the case of Horus’ favorite beer next to it. “More for me.”
Putting his phone down (gently), he snatched up Horus’ gifts and walked into the living room. Cuing up his latest comedy on Netflix, he turned it into an evening for him. Didn’t matter that he preferred marble cake over red velvet or that the beer was more bitter than he preferred.
Carter was going to enjoy himself.
As the opening theme began to play, his cell phone in the kitchen showed a text from Horus saying, “Going out with the guys!” before it darkened.