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Kallus has never celebrated an anniversary in his life, and today was a big one. It had been one full standard year since he’d escaped from the Empire. 368 days of being a full-fledged member of the Rebellion.
Zeb would tell him he was a rebel long before that, and by technical definition, he was correct. Still, Kallus preferred to believe his actual career in the Alliance began that day. The day Thrawn had found Atollon. The day Kallus had been discovered to be Fulcrum. The day he had managed to get the jump on some stormtroopers and get out.
Also, not to be a sap, the day he and Zeb had become more to each other.
A lot had happened in the past year, but Kallus would deem this last fact the most important and life-changing.
So today, on the anniversary of that day, Kallus had made himself and Zeb a special meal. He’d been cooking away while Zeb had been unloading supplies they’d just returned to base with.
The table was set, and the food was nearly done cooking. Kallus has even placed a vase of wild picked flowers in the center of the galley table. He’d snuck out and picked them from the last planet while guarding the Ghost. They were huge blossoms of red, purple, and blue, with broad curving petals that burst open like fireworks.
He heard Zeb coming in as he set about plating the food.
“You, dear, are just in time,” Kallus said, spooning healthy portions of the pasta dish that was his boyfriend’s favorite into bowls.
“And I worked up a hunger,” Zeb said, sliding up behind Kallus for a moment, nuzzling briefly into the human’s neck before going to sit down.
“Good because there’s plenty to eat.”
Kallus places the pot back onto the heating element, moving to sprinkle some special cheese on top when he heard the distinct sounds of his mate munching on something.
“These appetizers are a good start,” Zeb said, his mouth full of something.
Kallus turned to find his beautiful fool of a boyfriend with a stem in hand, the remnants of blue petals sticking out between fanged teeth.
All he could do was laugh, setting down the plates to throw his arms around Zeb.
It had been a year, and his boyfriend could still surprise him.