hi! for the prompt thing: #9 "You're in love with her" but not a person - "her" is something/someone unexpected. or whatever you want of course!
Hello! Thank you for being so patient while I’ve worked through these prompts. (I still have a few to go.) I hope this one hits the spot.
“Good morning, sweetheart! You sure do look beautiful today.”
Jack startled at the sound of Bittle’s voice, still not used to sharing his space with another person. Sharing it with Bittle. This was different than when they’d lived together in the Haus, or his visit to Madison. In the short time he’d been in his condo here in Providence, he’d become accustomed to his solitary living situation. The realization that Bittle was actually here (though only for a few more days) was still a sweet surprise.
“Morning, Bits,” Jack replied, not looking up from the cup of coffee he was preparing. He poured in what he thought was the right amount of cream and swirled it a bit, assessing the color. He’d committed to learning as much as he could about one Eric Bittle during this visit, and that included how he took his coffee. This thing between them was still so new, yet he could easily imagine beginning each day just like this for the rest of his life.
He wanted to be prepared.
“It feels like a muffin morning, doesn’t it?” Bittle murmured. “Blueberry? Or maybe chocolate chip, how does that sound? Something decadent to go with our coffee?”
Jack set the mug on the counter. Coffee was good, but Bittle’s good morning kisses were infinitely better. (They’d already had one go at it this morning, before Jack’s run.) He turned toward his boyfriend, ready to kiss him again, when he realized … Bittle wasn’t talking to him at all.
“I guess it doesn’t matter what we make; you’re so perfect you’ll be able to handle anything. Not like that hand mixer back at the Haus. She’s a real sweet girl but she’s let me down a few times,” Bittle said to the bright red KitchenAid stand mixer they’d unboxed together yesterday afternoon.
“Bittle, are you talking to … the mixer?” Jack asked, fighting a grin.
“It’s Millie and yes, I’m just wakin’ her up,” Bittle replied, easily falling into Jack’s open arms. He rested his head on Jack’s chest.
“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” Jack chirped. The look on Bittle’s face had definitely said as much yesterday when Jack had surprised him with the gift.
(Jack had called it a “housewarming present.”
“Honey, I think I’m the one who’s supposed to be giving you the housewarming present,” Bitty had said fondly.
“I want you to feel at home here,” Jack had replied. “This is your place too.”)
“Well, yes, a little,” Bittle admitted now. “I can’t help it, she’s the third most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Jack snorted. “What are the first two?”
“Beyoncé at the Met Gala and, well, you know.” Bittle slyly reached around and grabbed a handful of Jack’s ass.
“Well, good to know I outrank a kitchen appliance, at least,” Jack said with a wry grin.
“Oh, sweetheart, you know you’ll always be my number one,” Bittle said, reaching up and planting a quick kiss on Jack’s cheek.
“Literally. It’s on my jersey.”
“You’re awful.” Wiggling out of Jack’s embrace, Bittle turned back toward his workspace. “So, do you have a preference? Blueberry or chocolate chip?”
“How about both?” Jack suggested, already opening the cupboard where they’d put the baking supplies they’d bought yesterday. “So I have leftovers after you’ve gone back to Samwell.” Not that Jack even wanted to think about Bittle leaving when he’d just gotten here. Since Bittle did eventually have to leave, Jack reasoned, the extra baked goods he was sure to leave behind would help the place feel like home in his absence.
“Both is perfect,” Bittle breathed, moving in for another kiss.
