March

Neal woke up in his bed, gentle morning light filtering in. That wasn't what had woken him, though. That was a smell. Coffee, fruit, sugar, bread. He sat up.

Peter and Elizabeth were sitting at the end of the bed, arranging things on a tray. Elizabeth looked up at him, and grinned, "good morning."

Peter got up and sat back down beside Neal and kissed him, weaving his fingers with Neal's, "happy birthday, honey."

Neal kissed Peter back, enthusiastically, "thank you."

When they broke apart Neal looked back at the tray. It had a pot of coffee, a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne, a pitcher of orange juice, flute glasses, a plate of eggs, bacon, waffles topped with maple syrup, butter, whipped cream, and piles of blackberries, quartered strawberries, raspberries.

"Thank you guys. Really, this is so nice."

Peter got up and mixed each of them a drink, handed them out, and they clinked them together.