“Another fucking gray hair” Michael grumbled as he stood in front of the mirror.

Ben laughed as he walked up behind his husband, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head on his shoulder.

“They make you look distinguished.” He replied.

“I don’t want to look distinguished.” Michael snapped “I want to look young and sexy.”

Ben nuzzled Michael’s neck before replying.

“You’ll always be young and sexy to me baby.”

Michael turned, looking up at Ben.

“You always know exactly the right thing to say.” He said, pulling Ben in for a kiss.

“Mmmmmm” Ben replied as their mouths parted. “So how about I take you to bed to show you just how sexy I think you are?”

“Because everyone will be here soon and I think they actually expect us to be ready when they arrive.” Michael answered, a pout appearing on his face. “And that’s another thing…I don’t want to be sixty either.”

“It’s just a number baby.”

”Yeah…a number I don’t like!” Michael replied turning back to the mirror. “And look…another fucking wrinkle!”

Ben laughed as he watched Michael pulling back his skin, trying to smooth it out.

“Michael listen to me.” Ben said, turning Michael to face him.

“What….you’re now going to tell me that wrinkles are good!” Michael scowled.

“Yes they are.”

”And how do you figure that?” Michael asked, a skeptical look crossing his face.

“Because every wrinkle means that we’ve had another year to grow old together.”

The naked emotion and love that shone from Ben’s eyes made Michael’s heart jump in his chest and he reached up tracing his fingers over his husband’s face.

“Have I told you lately how much I love you Ben Bruckner!” Michael stated, snuggling into Ben’s chest.

“Yes but it always bears repeating.” Ben laughed, dropping a kiss on Michael’s head.

Michael pulled away and met Ben’s eyes.

“I fell in love with you the moment I saw you and I will love you till the day I die.” Michael said, his voice husky with emotion.

Ben looked at Michael and the years seem to fade away and the Michael he had first laid eyes on so many years ago was standing in front of him, his brown eyes holding his gaze and showing him the window of his soul.

“I love you Michael Charles Novotny-Bruckner, I give thanks every day for you coming into my life. Happy Sixtieth Birthday my beautiful brown eyes.”