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It’s the night of Jabber’s birthday and both of them are covered in a sheen layer of sweat, liquids drying on their skin from previous birthday celebration activities.
Jabber is asleep, resting his head against Zanka’s chest and snoring softly.
Zanka pushes his locs out of his face, pressing a kiss to his forehead before reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing his phone.
He hadn’t posted his annual birthday post yet for Jabber, so what better time than now, while Jabber is looking his cutest.
Zanka raises the phone up, keeping one arm wrapped around his boyfriend’s waist to keep him close before taking the picture.
They’re both shirtless and it probably won’t take much for people to guess how they got here from the state of Zanka’s hair and the numerous hickies littering his body.
But he doesn’t care, in fact, he wants his followers to know he’s a proudly taken man.
Zanka brings his phone back down, typing his caption out with one hand.
Happy birthday to the light of my life, Jabber. My honey. My baby. My love. My everything. He’s my rock, the one stable thing in my world.
No matter how much we disagree on things, he’s still my baby at the end of the day. Through my highs and lows, he’s been standing by my side no matter what since we got together.
And here’s to more life. My grumpy old man, you’re 20 now… whaaatt??!?!! 😭
Zanka presses post and turns his phone off, silencing his notifications before snuggling up beside Jabber and falling asleep.