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Everyone knows that Eddie has a sweet tooth. That's no secret.
He drinks his coffee black (the way you're supposed to), but always with a danish or a muffin or a loaf or whatever other magical pastry happens to appear on his or the station's kitchen counter.
Everyone knows that Buck likes to bake. The 118 teases him about buying flour in wholesale amounts. Every few days there's another batch of danishes or muffins or loaves or new pastries that he's found a recipe for.
Those two things are probably unrelated.
Sometimes though, he can get really hyperfixated on one thing, and that's great for a while, it's delicious, until it isn't.
This time it started when Ravi suggests he should learn how to make donuts so they don't have to buy the expensive ones from the store down the street.
And he tries, he does. But neither he nor the station owns a deep fryer - too much of a fire hazard, obviously - and baked ones are just nowhere near as good.
But that did teach him some new things about pastry and cream and ganache.
So while he can't make donuts...he teaches himself to make eclairs instead.
The first few batches come out a mess. The choux doesn't rise, or the pastry cream curdles. But he keeps going. Evan Buckley does not give up. The team is SO ready for him to move on though. If they have to hear one more word about french baking techniques, they are going to lose their minds.
It's been a Q word shift, so he's been humming away in the kitchen all afternoon, piping dough onto trays, whisking over a double boiler, tempering chocolate.
There's music playing, and he's strictly forbidden anyone even breathe too close to the kitchen, lest they mess up the humidity levels or something, which Chim ragged on him ridiculously for.
"The coffee machine is in the kitchen, Buck. You cannot keep me out forever!"
"Chim, if you turn that thing on, you'll ruin EVERYTHING."
Instead he places an order at the fancy coffee shop down the road and sends Ravi out to get lattes for everyone, which pacifies them for a minute.
Until they hear him shriek.
"Oh my god!"
"Buck, bud you ok?" Eddie gets up from his chair and strides quickly in that direction.
"I - I think I did it?"
"You scared us all half to death over a french donut?"
"An eclair, Eddie. An ECLAIR. And it's probably the hardest thing I've made so far. Come here. Try this."
His friend is leaning over the counter, his tongue between his teeth with a piping bag, those huge hands...oh.
He's squirting thick white cream into a long, golden brown pastry, and he over fills it a bit. "Oops, shit."
Why in the HELL is Eddie sweating?
"It's fine. Nothing wrong with a little extra cream."
Did someone turn up the heat in here? Jesus.
"Just need the ganache." He dunks the top, twists, and... "Here."
He presents a slightly overfilled, but really delicious looking eclair.
"Tell me how it is?"
He looks so earnest, so anxious. He always wants them to like his creations, but this one has taken him a long time to master - it means more.
Eddie takes a bite, the chocolate rich and bitter, the pastry slightly crispy on the outside, and the cream floods his mouth with cool buttery sweetness.
It's one of the best things he's ever tasted in his life. And for some reason Buck’s eyes have gotten so big and dark.
"You alright there, Diaz?" Chim coughs.
"I feel like this should be a private moment." Ravi mock whispers.
"Shhhh, you two. Go back to your game." Hen smacks them with her magazine.
Buck shifts on his feet. "Ed-die. Ahem. Is it good?"
"Buck, it's incredible. Can I have another one?"
"Um. Yeah. Of course. You sure?"
"What do you mean, am I sure?"
"Just...never mind."
"Are you ok? You're really flushed."
"Mmmmhmmm. Yeah, no problem here. Let me just, uh, I’ll make you that other one. I need to fill the rest of these anyway."
"Take your time. I'll watch."
His brain catches up to his pleasure center then. Oh. Oh fuck. He moaned. And he's HARD. Why is he HARD over a damn pastry? And that was not a "This is delicious" kind of moan.
But that damn tongue is between Buck’s teeth again as he carefully pipes the cream into the eclairs and his mind can't stop thinking about where else he'd like that cream to go.
These are VERY not straight thoughts. Suddenly he wants to watch Buck eat one of those pastries. Wants to watch him lick the chocolate off the top, see him sucking the cream from the center. He whines as heat jolts straight to his dick.
Buck looks up at him, his face flushed, eyes wide.
"I uh, will be right back."
Fresh air. He needs fresh air. It's just too hot in the loft. That's all it is. Up to the roof. If he can make it upstairs, he'll be fine.
He doesn’t know how long he’s up there, his mind spinning, his body...well his body takes a long time to calm the fuck down from a fucking pastry.
But it isn't the pastry, is it? He's been...noticing things lately. How blue his best friend's eyes are. But not just any blue. They change with his moods. Ice blue at base line. Ocean when he's delighted and rambling, midnight when he's sad, grey when he's pissed.
That stormy color downstairs. That one was new. He hadn't seen that one before. He didn't know what that one meant, but he found he very much wanted to find out what it was.
His birthmark changed color too. Not quite as varied as his eyes, but it got darker the more his heart rate rose - so when he was working out or angry or after a big fire.
I wonder if it turns that dark maroon when...
Nope, not going there, Eddie, we just got ourselves calmed down.
The roof door opens, and the man in question pokes his head out.
"Eds? You up here?"
"Yeah, I'm here." Why is his voice like that? It’s like two octaves lower than usual. He clears his throat.
"Hey, you good?"
"Yeah, I'm ok. Just needed some air. Hot in the kitchen. Ovens."
"Sorry. They are off now. Should cool down. Nice out here though."
"Mmm. Cool."
"Brought you another eclair like you wanted."
Oh fuck. He cannot eat another right now. He’ll lose his damn mind.
"You know what, I'm good. You should have it though. Have you tried one yet?"
"No, not yet. Just finished putting them all together and wanted to check on you."
Dammit, why is he so damn sweet?
"You should. They are really good, Buck."
His friend shrugs and lifts the pastry to his lips, those gorgeous, bright pink lips. Women spend their whole lives searching for lipsticks in just that color.
But because it's Buck he takes way too big of a bite of the delicate pastry and the cream comes gushing out of the bottom, all over cheeks and chin and hand. It’s fucking obscene.
"Mmmm you're right, that is SO good. Messy though." He laughs, holding up his fingers. "Should have brought a napkin."
Eddie’s gonna jump off the roof - he’s seriously considering it. Bucks standing so close to him, because they always stand so close to each other. Instead of turning to walk towards the door (so he doesn’t actually pull a Wiley E Coyote), he grabs Buck's wrist, bringing those fingers to his mouth, hesitating only a second, before sucking the cream off.
And oh, oh there's the storm again. "Eddie..." Buck whispers, and it’s reverent, holy, the way he says his name that time.
He licks his palm, making sure to get every drop of that sweetness left. But he's still so hungry. Needs more. So before he can stop himself, he uses that arm to turn Buck to the wall, and lick the cream from his chin, kiss it away from his cheeks.
"So delicious, Buck. Best thing you've ever made."
"Eds, what..."
He needs more. He needs more of that pastry and the only way to get it... he licks into Buck’s mouth, desperate to taste it on him, wanting to find more of that sweetness, and finding Buck instead.
"Oh fuck." His friend grabs hold of his waist and tugs him in, his massive thigh pressing between his legs, and ohhhh hell. He forgets all about the eclair.
"I don't know if that noise you made was for me or the food but I don't honestly care, Eds, I just want to hear it again." He turns Eddie to the wall now and picks him up, wrapping his legs around his back and grinding in. Eddie moans into his mouth and..."Oh yeah, that one's for me, isn't it?"
"More Buck. Please."
"If you want more eclairs, you'll have to go downstairs."
"You. More you."
"Mmm good choice." He dives in again, tasting of richness and butter, something smokey that's just Buck. Eddie's hands tighten in the curls at his neck and holds on as he rounds his hips towards him again.
"So sweet, Eds. So sweet for me." Then he steps back, letting his legs fall to the ground. "Jesus."
"Don’t stop, please don't stop."
"Eds, we're at work. We can't do this here."
Reality snaps back to him. Work. The roof. They are at the station with their friends downstairs. They are in uniform and the alarm could sound at any second.
"Fuck."
"Yeah. That. Come over. After shift?"
"Ok.” He says shakily. "Yeah. I'll follow you back."
Buck brushes a strand of hair out of his eyes. "Jesus, you look so fucked out right now. Want to kiss you again, but I won't be able to control myself if I do. Need to go stand over here for a minute."
He breaks away, almost throwing himself in the other direction, leaning against the brick railing, looking down at the street.
"So. Um. I don't think I'm straight." Eddie blurts out.
Buck laughs. "Yeah, Eds. Got that. But thank you for telling me. Proud of you."
"Don’t know, um, what I am."
He looks up, more serious now. "It's ok if you don't. There doesn't have to be a label right now. Or ever. You're just you, Eds. And that's ok. Not ok. Amazing. Perfect."
He walks back over, more gentle, lays a hand on his cheek. "We'll talk about it, ok? When things are a little less charged."
"Think it might just be you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
His face goes so soft, and he kisses him lightly. "Pretty sure it's always been you for me, Eds." He lays his forehead on his, and opens his mouth to say something else, but the bell goes off. "Later?"
"Later."
-
They stick to their corners for the rest of shift - for the most part. Every so often there’s a yearning look across a scene, or a brush of a hand as they pass each other. But both seem to know that speaking is off limits and those eclairs - those eclairs DEFINITELY are.
Hen brings it up as they drive back from dropping off a patient after an MVA, late into the night. “You and Buck seem different today.”
“What makes you say that? We’re fine.”
She looks over at him from the passenger seat and he can feel her eyes boring at him over her glasses. “You disappeared for a minute, then he did. You’ve hardly spoken since.”
“I just needed some air, that’s all. He came to check on me. Thought I might want another one of his desserts.”
“Oh, I bet he did. You seemed to really like the first one.”
“Hen.”
“Eddie. It’s ok, you know, if you did. If you do.”
He should know better than to try to hide anything from her. Hen sees everything. Eddie sighs. “I want to believe that. I mean, I don’t think there’s anything WRONG with it. I love you and Karen, and I support Buck, you know that.”
“I do know that. But?”
“It’s different for me.”
“Why is it different for you? Or, let me rephrase, why do the rules have to be different for you?”
“They just are. They always have been.”
“Mmm. All I’m gonna say is this, Eddie. I’ve watched you break yourself down over and over and over again for the last 8 years trying to fit inside this tiny dark box that won’t close. And it won’t close because you don’t belong inside a tiny dark box. I think your reaction today was really, truly honest. Maybe don’t fight it so hard.”
“God dammit Hen.” He can’t drive and cry at the same time. Well, he can, but it’s not safe.
“Ok, yeah, pull over for a sec.”
He does, and she gets out, comes around to his side of the bus and is there before he even climbs down, grabs on and just holds him.
“It’s ok, Eddie. I know this isn’t easy. You’ve been fighting it for a long time.”
“Since I was a kid, yeah. Worked for a while. Don’t think I can anymore.”
“You know he loves you, right?”
He shakes his head. “No. I didn’t know that. I mean, we’re friends. Of course he loves me, but…”
“Eddie, that man has been in love with you for years. And I think you love him back. Yeah?”
“Yeah. Didn’t want to, but yeah.”
“Thought so. Talk to him. You two talk about everything else except for how you really feel.”
“We’re talking after shift. We, um. We made out, a little bit, on the roof. Can’t really run from it anymore.”
Her eyes get big, and then she grins and smacks his shoulder. “I KNEW something was going on. I don’t want details, but it was good, you liked it?”
“Fuck, Hen. I’ve never felt like that with any of the women I’ve been with, not even Shannon.”
“Not straight then, Eddie. No matter what those rules say. Remember our motto, from the helicopter?”
“Who cares?”
“WHO CARES. Let yourself out of that tiny, dark box, hun. It’s time. Now get in, I’ll drive. I’m buying us fancy coffees.” She hugs him one more time. “And hey, I’m really proud of you.”
-
Of course, Chim mouths off about their coffees when they get back to the station. “What, you went to The Caffeinery and didn’t bring us back any?”
“Nope, special treat. You abandon the ambo, you don’t get special coffee, CAPTAIN.” She winks at him.
“I should give you latrine duty for that comment, WILSON.”
“Nah, you love me too much.”
“Too right.”
Eddie catches Buck’s eye, and smiles shyly over the lid of his own latte - which he’d gotten sweeter than he normally does. It’s good, really good. Buck flashes those bright white teeth at him, his eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. Is Hen right? Does he love him?
-
In the locker room after shift, Eddie’s changing into civilian clothes when Buck finds him. “You still coming over?” He seems nervous.
“I was planning on it. Is that still ok? Carla’s getting Chris to school.”
“Of course. Yes. Please. I want you to.” He rubs the back of his neck, his face red. “I’ll make us breakfast and we can talk.”
God he’s so cute when he’s flustered. Eddie reaches out and puts his thumb in that spot on his collarbone. “Good. I’ll see you there then.” He hikes up his duffel and heads out to his truck - he finally traded in that godforsaken Prius a few months back. It’s not another Denali, but the used pickup is much more him.
Eddie gets to Buck’s a few minutes before he does - which isn’t surprising since he was first out of the locker room. He uses it to gather himself, reflect on what Hen had told him. It’s ok to let himself out of that box. He didn’t fit in it anyway. Maybe he did when he was younger, needed to survive growing up in his parents’ house, that rigid conservative Texan environment, but he’s not a kid anymore, and he doesn’t have to conform to those standards.
“Sorry, sorry, Chim stopped me as I was walking out.” Buck apologizes when he gets home.
“Don’t worry about it. I haven’t been here long.”
“You could have gone inside. You have a key.” He unlocks the door and lets Eddie go in first.
“I know, thought about it, just never got up.”
Buck gets to work pulling stuff out of the fridge and laying out pans on the stove. Eddie starts the coffee maker and they begin their usual dance around the kitchen. It’s normal, comfortable, and Eddie realizes...domestic. Whether it’s here at Buck’s or back at Bedford Street, they just fit in each other’s lives so naturally.
How has he never seen that before? Has he been blind, or just too close to it?
Sipping his coffee, he leans against the counter, watching Buck turn the eggs, flip the bacon, humming something under his breath, shaking his hips a little as he shuffles through cooking. “Can you pop the toast in for me, please?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure.” He shakes himself out of his reverie, setting a couple pieces of wheat bread in the toaster, and pulling the butter out of the fridge. He can’t wait anymore - Buck turns the heat off and slides eggs and sausage on their plates and Eddie corners him against the counter, one hand cupping his cheek, the other on his hip, and he takes - prodding his mouth open with his tongue, tasting the bittersweet coffee and oatmilk creamer.
Buck’s surprised at first, then relaxes into it, still holding onto the spatula as his arms come up to curl around Eddie’s shoulders. Then he grins when the toaster pops. “Our eggs are gonna get cold.”
“Fuck if I care.”
“Let’s eat, Eds. We should talk first anyway.”
“Since when are you the rational one?”
“Trust me, I’ve been hanging on by a thread since yesterday. Grab the coffees, I’ll bring this out.”
He groans, but releases him, gets them both refills and heads to the table while Buck finishes their plates and sits across on the other side. “Oh, napkins.”
Eddie grabs his wrist. “Buck. Sit.”
He all but falls into his chair, like his knees give out. They both look at their plates - neither of them know where to start. “Buck, you wanted to talk. Talk.”
“Yeah I did, I do. I think we should. Guess I’m just more nervous than I thought. I’ve thought about this - a lot. I just didn’t expect it to actually happen.”
He wants to poke at that, find out what he thought about, but it’s not really the time for fantasies - not if they want to get through this conversation. “I’ve been avoiding thinking about it, to be honest. Pushing it down as much as I could. Hen called it a tiny dark box.”
“You talked to Hen?”
“Last night. She asked what was going on, when we were on our way back from that accident on the I-10. You know she misses nothing. Called me out.”
“Yeah? How come?”
“I told her the rules were different for me. I didn’t mind when it’s her and Karen, or you. But it’s a lot harder to accept for myself.” He shakes his head. “Sounds so stupid out loud.”
Buck leans forward and takes his hand. “No it doesn’t. I know where you come from. And a tiny dark box is a pretty good description for where you’ve been holding yourself.”
“I don’t think I can stay in there anymore, Buck. The lid won’t stay closed. It’s like…remember that time I took Chris back to El Paso for Christmas, and we walked in on him packing? He was trying to close his suitcase but had over stuffed it so much it wouldn’t close?”
Buck laughs at the memory. “He was sitting on it, and all the clothes were falling out.”
“Exactly. No matter how much I sit on the box, there’s just too damn much now. I’m never gonna get it shut again.”
“Eddie - do you need to shut it again?”
“I’ve been trying to find a reason all night. My parents, the church, Shannon, Christopher. Then you’d look at me and it would just come flying open again.”
“Mmm…you think Chris would want it shut?”
“I don’t think so? But it’s not something I’ve talked to him about, either. He’s been funny about my dating.”
“Eddie I think he’s been funny about your dating because he can sense that you’ve been funny about your dating. You’ve never been comfortable with it.”
“You might be right. Just worried he’ll freak out and move back to Texas, I think.”
“Hey - he won’t. We all agreed that would be a very last resort, that he’d come to me before he made that decision again. He hated it there, and he knows how bad it was for both of you to be separated that long. He made a mistake, and so did you, but you’ve moved past it. You need to be honest with him though - with whatever this is.”
“I don’t KNOW what this is, though, Buck. I know I love you. But I don’t know what I am.” Oh. He said that out loud, didn’t he?
“You…mmm…best friend Buck is REALLY conflicted right now on what advice to give to that. You love me?”
“It wasn’t supposed to come out like that. But yeah. That's all I’m really sure of right now. I don’t think I fully understood it until the roof.”
Buck lowers his head to the table and breathes for a moment. “Ok. I only have a good minute left of self control left in me, so let me say this. It doesn’t matter to me, Eddie, what label you give yourself, if you ever give yourself one at all. Gay, Bi, Pan, Queer. Straight with feelings for your best friend. I don’t care. I’ve been in love with you for YEARS at this point. Hell, you could decide right now that you want to go back into that tiny dark box and we can only be friends. That would hurt like hell, but no matter what, I’m going to be next to you. Ok? We’re just…us. Whatever that means.”
“Years?”
“Fucking years, Eddie. Though I haven’t let myself really feel it until recently either.”
Eddie lets go of his hand and puts both palms on the table, stands up very slowly. Then he walks around the table, and puts out his palm. Buck takes it, standing too, then follows him down the hall to his room.
-
His confidence takes a hit a bit just outside the door and he pauses, turns. “Buck…I don’t know what I’m doing.” He feels like a shy debutante on prom night.
Thankfully, this is Buck, his best friend, the braver one, the one who is always taking his hand and pulling him along. He does that now, pulling him over the threshold and then running a fingertip along his jaw. “You do. I promise, you know more than you think. I’ll show you the rest.”
He takes that fingertip and tilts Eddie’s chin up, touching their lips ever so softly, giving him a chance for his nerves to settle. His hands slide just under the hem of his tshirt, across the skin of his back, and it’s effective, because that’s all it takes for Eddie’s mind to short circuit and forget he was worried at all, his own fingers tugging at Buck’s belt loops and dragging him forward as he tongues his mouth open, a groan loosing from his throat.
He wants. He wants and he wants and he wants and he wants. And right now, he wants Buck’s shirt off. Eddie tugs it over his head and CHRIST. Is he even still breathing? He’s seen his friend shirtless at work countless times, but…
“It’s different like this. You can touch, Eddie.” Did he read his damn mind? “But take yours off too.”
Eddie skates his hands down Buck’s biceps as his arms come back down, the back of his fingertips lightly brushing over the skin. And he’s right - he’s touched him here so many times, acknowledging something he’s said on the job, their arms bumping together as they walk, a joking pinch while messing around. But nothing so intimate as this, chest to chest, their foreheads together, Buck’s own palms doing their own exploring, running along his abdomen.
He laughs, the sound bubbling up between them. “You were changing in the locker room the first time I saw you, took my breath away. Kinda snapped at Bobby. ‘Who the HELL is that?’ He told me you liked to be called Eight-Pack.” Buck rubs a finger across those abs, it tickles, making Eddie flex. “God how I’ve wanted to touch them ever since. But more than that, I’ve wanted to know what they feel like under my tongue.”
Eddie whines as Buck lowers himself to his knees and licks them, his tongue flat, his hands gripping his waist. He must find a spot he likes, because he bites down, sucking around it, and Eddie nearly loses his footing, reaching out to grab his shoulders to steady himself. He’s so hard in his jeans he’s worried about busting his zipper.
Buck resumes licking and sucking, but he’s talking too, and Eddie has to strain to concentrate on what he’s saying.
“...Green for Go…”
“Wait, Buck, I’m sorry. Can you start over? I can’t focus when you’re doing that.”
He stands back up, cups the back of his neck. “Sorry, that wasn’t very fair of me. Especially not something this important. “I want you to know you can tell me to stop at any point, or slow down, or just - if you want something different, that’s ok too. I typically use colors. Green for go, yellow for slow down or take a break, red for stop. If you’re ever at a point where you can’t speak, taps work too. One is green, two yellow, three red.”
“Oh. That’s easy enough.”
“It’s just me, Eddie. We can take this at whatever pace you need to. There’s no judgement here.”
“Buck, you know I want this, right? I’m nervous, but there’s no hesitation now that we’re here.”
“Yeah I - I know. But there might be…later.”
“Green. Get back down there.” He smirks, he knows Buck can’t resist a challenge, especially from him.
“Mmm, while I’m here though...” He drags him forward into another passionate kiss, then begins unbuttoning those way too tight jeans. Eddie gasps with relief when he lowers his zipper. “Too tight, sweetheart?” He pushes them over his hips and runs his palm across his clothed cock. “Oh, yeah, I bet that was so much pressure.”
Eddie moans, dropping his head onto Buck’s shoulder. “Can I take these off too, Eds?” He fingers the waistband of his boxers, waiting for his nod before tugging them off with his jeans. “So damn pretty. Knew you would be.”
He fumbles Buck’s button, his hands trembling too much, from the quickly mounting pleasure of Buck’s slow, steady grip over his cock. But finally, he manages to get it open, and release him and “Jesus Fuck.”
Eddie’s big. He was the biggest in his unit - the other guys were always impressed. But Buck. Dear God. He’d seen him soft before, heard his nickname. He knew it was impressive. Still, he wonders if this is why he was worried Eddie might want to stop.
Quite the opposite. He’s salivating.
“Color, Eds?”
“Fucking GREEN.”
Buck looks surprised, and then he grins so big, his kiss all teeth as he laughs and pushes Eddie back onto the bed, straddling him.
“Were you worried I’d cash out?”
“Wouldn’t be the first.”
“I mean, that’s what prep and lube is for, right? That’s…you’ll help me?”
“Wait you want to…FUCK I love you.” He grinds down, making them both moan.
“Hold on a sec, still green, but I feel like we aren’t on the same page.” Eddie hangs onto his hips and stills him. “Buck, I want everything. All of it. Top, Bottom, anything you’re willing to teach me, I want it. Shit, I don’t even know what YOU like. We’ve never really talked about that. I just want YOU.”
“I switch - I like both. I figured you’d want to top, so you surprised me.”
“Probably a good way to start, since it’s more familiar? But how would I know which I liked if I don’t try both?” He laughs. “And yes I know how silly that sounds coming from someone who lived his whole life with the wrong gender.”
“Have you figured out which one you like more?” Buck grins at him.
He reaches down and circles his fingers around the epic piece of equipment he now has access to. “Might take a little more experimentation, but pretty sure, yeah. We’ve done more talking than anything else and I’m more turned on than I ever have been in my life.”
“Mmmm…” He closes his eyes as Eddie gives him an experimental couple of pumps. “Fuck Eds you’re good at that.” He takes Eddie's cock in his own hand, running his thumb over the slit to gather the precum gathered there to smooth his way. Then he collapses forward, his forearm braced beside Eddie's head. “Gimme your hand.” He clasps them together, making enough room to encompass both cocks at the same time.
“Oh shit. Fucking genius.” He thrusts up into their combined fist, their sensitive heads rubbing together.
“Mmmhmm.” They don't so much kiss as breathe together, their moans colliding as their pleasure intensifies.
“Oh fuck, fuck. Oh god.”
Buck just moans through it all, shuddering, coming over their hands only a moment before Eddie does.
He leans over the end of the bed and grabs one of the shirts off the floor and wipes them off, then lays back down. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself.”
“Feel like we should fist bump.” He flashes that silly cocked grin, raising his arm.
Eddie can't resist and touches their wrists together. Before rolling on his side and tossing an arm over him. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Probably, but it seemed too good to pass up. You ok?”
“Better than. Could use a nap, though. Shifts catching up with me.”
“Here, lift up.” Buck pulls the covers over them, then curls back up in Eddie's arms. “Don’t forget to set an alarm for Chris.”
“Oh, good call.”
The kisses are softer now, less intentional, lazy. They both need to sleep but neither of them really want to let go of the present moment. Eddie feels like a lifetime has happened in the last few hours.
There's no closing that box now. As he drifts off, he picks it up, lets it go, and dropkicks it into the ether.
-
The alarm wakes them a few hours later, still tangled around each other. “Mmm not a dream then.” Buck mumbles into his neck.
“If it is, I don't wanna wake up.”
“Can’t leave the kid at school. He might actually get mad at you for that.”
“Come with me. We can tell him together.”
“You sure? This is a double conversation for you, it's not just telling him about us.”
“I think telling him about us will help explain the other part though, since I'm not really sure what that is. Gay? Probably? It still doesn't feel quite right for some reason. I don't know how to explain that to him. Please come with me.” He doesn't want to screw this up, and it's always better when Buck’s there.
“Ok. How much time did you give us? Do we have time for a quick shower?”
“A really really quick one.”
“I just feel a little sticky from earlier. Let's go rinse off.”
-
In the end they decide that Eddie will go get Chris from school and Buck will pick up a take-and-bake pizza for dinner, and they'll meet at Eddie’s. It'll give him a little extra time to pack an overnight bag, with the hopes things go well and he can stay. If things get complicated, Eddie has his car and Buck will give them space to work through it.
“I really don't think you need to worry, Eds, but I know why you want to be cautious.” He kisses him lightly at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll meet you back at your place.”
“Hey bud! How was school?”
“Boring.”
“You didn't learn a single cool thing today? Buck’s gonna be so disappointed.”
“Buck’s coming over?”
“Yup. He's picking up a pizza for later. Should get there about the same time.”
“Awesome. Can we play Fortnite?”
“We'll see. How much homework you got?”
“Math and biology.”
“Ok that's gotta be done first. You know the drill.” His son heaves the long suffering sigh of a teenager.
Buck’s already there and inside when they pull up, at home in the kitchen, just where he should be. It takes an incredible amount of restraint not to kiss that smiling face, and Eddie can tell he's thinking the same thing.
“Drop your stuff and come in the kitchen, bud. Got some stuff to talk about.”
They hear him singsong all the way down the hall, “Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious.”
Buck snorts, but the second Chris rounds the corner down the hall he launches himself off the counter for a quick one. “How am I this hooked on you already?”
“We’ve always been co-dependent. Did you think it would get easier?” They return to their respective corners as the click clack of crutches gets louder.
Chris looks between Buck and his dad, as if he can sense the change in the room. “You two are weird. Something's different.”
Eddie chokes on a laugh. “You knew that quickly?”
“Dad, you couldn't stop smiling all the way home. And Buck's face is RED. “BUCK I TOLD YOU.”
“You did, Superman. You were right.”
“Um. Explain please.”
“Your son told me months ago that I needed to ‘Just make a move already!’ because you were clearly in love with me.”
“That’s why all day you've been telling me not to worry that he thought. You already knew he wouldn't be upset. And you!” He points at Chris. “I can't even be mad at you. Though, for your information, I made the move.”
“I did make the eclairs. But yeah, that's why. I knew he'd be fine with us.”
“Dad, you've been in love with Buck forever. Of course I'm not upset. He's my Buck. You were just taking too long to figure it out. I thought maybe once we got back from Texas you'd finally do something, and then you never did.”
“So you took matters into your own hands.”
“Well I TRIED. But Buck didn't believe me.”
The man sighs. “It’s more complicated than that, Chris."
“I don't see why. You love him, he loves you. Who cares about any of the other details?”
“Sometimes I wonder if Shannon gets frustrated that she carried you for 9 months just to come out a carbon copy of her ex-husband’s best friend.”
“What?” Chris looks at Eddie confused.
“Buck literally told me that same thing earlier. And you're both right. The details don't really matter. I don't know what my labels are yet, Chris. Gay? Maybe. I never really liked dating women, it never felt right. But I've never really been attracted to many men either. Honestly, it just seems to be Buck. He shrugs. “Maybe that's too much information to share with my 15 year old.” He looks at Buck.
“Open and honest, dad. We promised, right?”
“Yup. I'm trying.”
“You’re doing good. It’s just Buck?”
“Yeah. I loved your mom, Chris, but it didn't feel like this.”
He goes quiet for a second, and then clicks around on his phone before handing it to him. “My friend in Texas came out as ace last year, so I did some research into it. Read this.”
Buck peaks over his shoulder as he reads. “Demisexual. Oh, good call Chris. You might be right.”
The article Chris pulled up talks about an orientation where the person usually only feels sexual attraction when there's a strong emotional bond, and they can be attracted to either or all genders. It explains everything, even why he and Shannon worked, until that bond broke.
His 15 year old son just solved the biggest mystery of his entire life in one Google search.
He leans down to Chris’s chair and hugs him tightly. “Thank you.”
“Glad I could help. Can I go do my homework now so we can play games later?”
“Yeah. Go get it done. We'll call you when the pizza’s ready.”
Eddie grabs Buck around the waist and backs him against the counter. “All day. You knew all day.”
“What did you want me to say? ‘Relax, I know he's fine with it because he tried to get me to jump your bones’?”
“Is that really what he said?”
“No. His actual phrasing was, ‘Are you ever going to kiss my dad?’ And I was speechless for a good minute before I asked him what he was talking about. ‘My dad’s been a nightmare since you moved out, Buck. He loves you, just kiss him and put him out of his misery already.’”
Eddie is laughing so hard he has to drop his head to Buck's shoulder. “Oh my god. I mean, he's not wrong. I didn't want you to go. But I didn't have a reason for you to stay either. So I couldn't figure out how to ask. And I've been so damn lonely. The house isn't the same without you here.”
“You realize it took me that long to find my house because I was looking for one that felt like this one. Nothing felt like home.”
“Because they weren't."
“Nope. I do love my house though. And it's bigger.”
“That’s true.”
“So maybe it's time we upgrade?”
He lifts his head off his shoulder. “Are you asking me to move in with you, Buck?”
“It doesn't have to be today. Just something to consider.”
“Tomorrow then.”
“Whenever.” He shrugs, but grins at him. “Do you feel better? You seemed like Demi made sense to you as you read it.”
“It clicked. Ana, Marisol, all the women Tia tried to set me up with, it was all a performance, you know? It wasn't just that they were women, though maybe that was part of it. I didn't feel that pull I was supposed to feel. I had it with Shannon, when we were kids. She drew me in. Not quite to this extent, but it was there. But then I went to war and it felt like it snapped. I didn't miss her at all. And when I came back, I just had no desire for her anymore. I thought it was the injury, the trauma. But even later, when we tried to rekindle things, it just was so forced.”
“The bond was gone.”
“Yeah. Ours has only ever gotten stronger until it just kind of came bursting out of me yesterday.”
“God, you put that eclair in your mouth and made the most sensual noise I've ever heard in my life.”
“Ugh, and everyone heard it.”
“Oh, yeah, definitely. I don't think they heard the second one, though.”
“There was a second one?”
He leans in to whisper in Eddie's ear. “Sweetheart, you whined so desperately I thought you were gonna come in your pants watching me pump cream into those pastries.”
“Oh fuck.” His hips roll forward on their own accord.
“Yeah. It sounded a lot like that, actually.”
“Bedroom. Now.” He doesn't just want Buck’s cock in his mouth. He needs it.
Eddie drags him by the hand down the hall, swinging open the door to the linen closet on the way and grabbing a hand towel. Buck grabs a paper sack off the credenza as he's pulled.
They close and lock the bedroom door and Eddie pushes him up against it, his mouth already on him, hips rocking against his, opening his jeans.
“We gotta be quiet. He'll have headphones on, but still.”
“I know. Another benefit of my place. The walls are thicker and there's a bathroom in between.”
“Our dirty talk is so domestic.”
“Absolutely filthy.” Buck releases him from his jeans too, and they kick them off, and Eddie drops to his knees, licking up one of Buck's thick thighs, and then the other.
“God, I love these. You always wear those tiny shorts in the gym. Fucking kills me.” He gets a hand around that massive cock. “This though. Didn't know how much I would want this.”
“Mmm Eds. Jesus.”
He watches himself milk a bit of precome out of the tip, before sucking just the head, tasting him. “Oh.” He goes back for more. “Oh fuck that's so nice.”
“You’re gonna kill me if you keep doing that.”
Once more, just to torture him, and then he goes a little further. He knows he's not gonna get it all tonight, not by any stretch of the imagination, but maybe if he uses his hand at the same time…
He licks and sucks and pumps his fist, and it takes him a few tries to find a groove but Buck lets out a hard moan and grasps the back of his head, so he figures he must be doing something right.
“Jesus fuck, sweetheart, you suck cock like you were created just for this.”
Buck whines, and then rips his shirt off, and when Eddie looks up he's stuffing it in his mouth, his head back against the door.
Fucking christ. He looses his own moan across Buck’s cock, then remembers the towel he brought in for himself - thank god because he's so close to coming and he hasn't even touched himself. He knows the second he does, it's over.
Buck starts to shake, and he taps Eddie on the head on warning, moaning too hard to remove his gag. He doesn't pull off, doesn't stop, he pictures the way he felt licking the cream off Buck’s fingers, how much more he wanted after that, and finally allows himself to touch his own cock, coming as Buck falls apart, heat shooting down his throat.
“Wow.” Buck says, sliding down the door, as Eddie sits back, leaning on his hands. “Where'd you learn to do that?”
He laughs. “I’ve got no idea. Your eclair…I just…when it exploded on you yesterday. I wanted more.”
“You sucked my cock like a god because you licked some cream off my fingers?”
Eddie shrugs. “Tasted good.”
Buck looks like he's starving. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you right now…” He checks his watch. Then sighs. “We definitely do not have time for.” He stands and holds his hand out for Eddie, grasping his face and pressing his lips to his. “Later.”
He looks over at the paper sack on the dresser as he pulls his pants up. “Hey what's in the bag?”
“Oh. Stopped by the pharmacy while I was getting the pizza.” He pulls out the contents. “Lube. Condoms. Wasn't sure what you'd have so wanted to be prepared.” He pauses. “I’m clean by the way, so the condoms are up to you.”
Eddie walks over and drops the box back in the bag. “Buck, if we're doing this, then I'm yours. I love you. There's not gonna be anyone else. Not for me.”
“Do you know how long I've wanted to hear you say something like that? God, Eddie. You're it for me.”
“We gotta get out of this room before this goes any further or our teenager might call CPS for neglect. Once we get started again, I'm not gonna want to stop.”
“Ok but come here first. Your hair is a disaster. Looks like someone had their fists in it." Buck runs his fingers through the silky strands, smoothing it out.
He tucks a loose curl back into place at Buck’s temple. “Wonder who that could have been.” He opens a drawer and snags an old LAFD shirt that Buck’s already stretched out. “Probably shouldn't wear that damp one that looks like it's been ravaged by a golden retriever.”
“Guess we look halfway decent.”
“He’s definitely gonna know.”
“Absolutely for sure. But we made an effort.” Buck leans in and kisses him quickly, starting to head to the door, and it’s just nowhere near enough, so Eddie yanks him back and well…the fresh shirt ends up on the floor.
-
Their son is sitting at the kitchen table with a paper plate and a slice of pizza. “Well well well. Nice of you to join me for dinner. Wasn't sure you two would actually make an appearance.”
“We weren't gone THAT long.”
“It’s been two hours, dad. My homework is done and I made dinner.”
Buck smirks. “Welp. We weren't subtle.”
“Nope. And I don't feel bad, you know why?”
Chris blinks up at him. “Why?”
Eddie leans on a kitchen chair. “Because, son of mine, you asked for this. No, you tried to PLOT for this. So you get what you paid for.” He grabs Buck and dips him, kissing him dramatically.
“Grosssssssss.”
“I know, right. Poor you, having to live with happy parents who love each other.” He fluffs his son's curls, then goes over and grabs a slice of pizza.
Buck’s just standing there, frozen.
“Buck? Gonna eat?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. I'm gonna have a beer. You want a beer?”
“Sure. I'll take one if you're getting one.” He just stands in front of the open fridge though, not moving. “Buck?” Eddie walks over and grabs the beers out of the fridge, then takes his hand. “With me. Come outside.”
He makes him sit down, then squats in front of him. “You’re really pale, baby, what's going on?”
“Chris. You said we were his parents. And you called him our teenager. Ours.”
“Yes.” He raises an eyebrow. “I did do that.”
“He's not…Eddie, I’m not his father.”
“Evan, he's called you ‘My Buck’ since I brought him to the firehouse. It's how you are in his phone. It's how he refers to you at school to his teachers. Buck isn't just your name to him. My Buck is a title. To him it's the exact same as calling me My Dad.”
“Really?”
“Really. It's how he sees you. It's how I see you. Long before I started to have feelings about you, I always saw you as a coparent. It's why you're in my will. I tease you two about it but he's SO like you, in all the best ways. I might have been able to raise him on my own, but I wouldn't have been nearly as successful without you. Somewhere along the way I stopped being a single father in all but name. I should have told you much sooner.”
“I’m his Buck.”
“Yeah baby. You are. Always have been.”
“I love that kid so much.” He wipes his eyes.
“I know you do. He loves you too.” He passes Buck a beer. “You feel like the world's been tilted off its axis today or is it just me?”
“I'm not even sure what planet I'm on anymore.” He laughs. “Still not convinced I'm not gonna wake up tomorrow and be really really disappointed.”
“If that happens, make me an eclair. I'll figure it out.”
“You don't know how sad I am that they were all eaten and I couldn't bring any home. Though they don't have a great shelf life.”
“When people ask how we got together, I'm gonna tell them you made French pastries and I almost imploded while watching you pipe in the cream filling.”
“Imma put cream filling in your pipe.” Buck mouths off.
“Buck, oh my god! But also, yes please.”
“You really want that, don't you?”
He leans his head in the inside of Buck's thigh. “Yeah, I think I really do.”
“Eddie Diaz. I think you might be a bottom. How unexpected.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means…” He leans forward so he can whisper softly, “That I can’t wait to get you underneath me later and introduce you to your prostate. It's going to blow your mind.”
He picks himself up off the chair. “But first, we barely ate any breakfast and slept through lunch. If we are going to have any energy later, we should probably go eat.”
“OUR son hurried and finished his homework early too so he could play Fortnite with his Buck, so I should probably let him do that “
“Ooooh that explains the annoyance. Heaven forbid you take up my time.”
“I know. You're not my best friend, you're his.”
“Duh Eddie.” Buck rolls his eyes dramatically, opening the patio door, snagging a slice of pizza and a plate. “Did I hear something about Fortnite?”
“Bout damn time.”
“Language.”
“Jar.”
They look at each other and fist bump.
“Oh man, I really did not think ahead on this.”
-
Eventually, Chris is either satisfied with the amount of Fortnite played or his eyes are tired from being rolled back in his head too many times because his fathers can’t keep their cutesy glances to a minimum, so he goes to bed.
His door is barely shut before Buck drags Eddie into his lap. “Hey you.”
“Hey back.”
“So that comment he made about how he was gonna put on headphones so he could fall asleep to an audio book…”
“Ha! Did you SEE the look he gave me? I love having a new way to embarrass our kid.”
“He’s really happy about it though. He's gonna tease us, but he's glad.”
“That makes two of us.” He's grinning when he kisses Buck, his hands caressing the back of his neck, fingers tracing underneath his tshirt.
“Three.” Buck grabs hold of his butt and pulls him forward more, until they are right against each other, and Eddie arcs his hips down. “Mmm that's what I wanted.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. ‘Cept we probably shouldn't do this here.” He glances down the hall. “Hold on to me.”
“What? Oh, holy fu -” Buck tucks his arms under his thighs and lifts, standing in one fluid motion, carrying him down the hall. It's not like he didn't know Buck was strong. He's a goddamn firefighter, he carries people for a living. And he knows how much he can squat. But Eddie's not a small dude, and somehow he didn't realize…Jesus that's so damn hot.
He feels the whine in his throat that time as he latches on to Buck’s neck, sucking into the soft skin below his ear.
“You didn't know I could do that, did you?” He lets go with one hand to open the door, then closes it, pressing Eddie against it, still holding him up.
“Fuck, baby, that was so sexy.”
“I promised you I was gonna blow your mind tonight. Still a long way to go.” He lets go of his thighs to pull off his own shirt, and Eddie realizes - nothing's holding him up but Buck’s hips and his thighs underneath pressing him into the door. The thought sends a wave of heat through him like lava. He’s so fucking STRONG.
Buck tears off his shirt too, then moves in for the kill, his big chest flattening Eddie further as he takes him apart with his mouth, biting his bottom lip to prod him open, then taking advantage of the whimper to thrust inside with his magnificent tongue.
How can a kiss undo him like this? His body is trembling from top to bottom, every nerve picked apart.
Just when Eddie thinks he might peak from this kiss alone, Buck turns and lays him on the bed - doesn't drop him, doesn't throw him - it's a controlled, slow fall, the muscles in his arms bulging with the strength it takes to do it.
He doesn't let up after that either. His mouth trails down Eddie's body - his neck, his chest. Who knew Eddie's nipples were so sensitive? He sure didn't. And Buck loves his abs. LOVES them.
“They are just so damn perfect, Eddie. You've always looked like someone cut you from stone. Even when I was thin, I never looked like this.”
“Wouldn't want you to. Love you thick. You look like a fucking god. So beautiful.”
Buck looks up at him at that, his eyes gleaming, like he's surprised. Like no one's ever said that to him before. Eddie’s gonna fix that. He'll never let Buck not know how beautiful he is. Not just hot, not just sexy - though he is those things too. But beautiful. So, so beautiful.
But then he gets distracted, because his pants are taken away and Buck removes his and fuck, his mouth is on his cock. And oh god, he flattens his tongue and licks him from root to tip and Jesus fuck no one has ever done it like that before - licked him like a fucking ice cream cone.
“Mmm Eds, hang on sweetheart. Buck disappears for a second, and returns with a soft tshirt. “Here. You're gonna need this. That was loud enough for him to hear over his headphones.”
Eddie hadn't even realized he'd cried out, but he's not surprised. He balls up the shirt - which smells like Buck, mmm it's the one he wore today. That does something to him he can't name - and sticks it in his mouth to muffle his moans, which are coming louder and longer now that Buck’s swallowing him down his throat.
“Tap, sweetheart, but I need your color. You ok?”
Tap.
“Good. Thank you. If that changes, if you get uncomfortable or want me to stop at all, you tell me right away, ok?”
Tap.
“Thank you.”
His mouth returns to Eddie's cock, but soon he hears a snick, and there's a new sensation, pressure between his legs, and oh. It's so, so good. He taps once, to let Buck know he wants more.
There's an immediate response, more stretch, and it's slow progress but God it's so good. Each push lights him up from the inside and he finds he craves it, wants to rock into it, and Buck puts a hand on his belly to hold him still.
He pulls off to talk him through it. “Easy, sweetheart, I know. I know you want more. We gotta take our time with this though. Don't wanna hurt you. You're doing so well for me.” He lifts himself over the top of Eddie and removes his gag, replacing it with his tongue, tasting heady and salty. Then he pulls back just far enough to add a second finger, swallowing Eddie's moan when it comes.
“Buck, it's so good. More. Need more.”
“It’s coming sweetheart, soon. You're so sweet. Taking it so well.”
The stretch increases and “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”
“Too much?”
“Nooo green. Green so green.”
“Good.” He's moving his fingers in and out, and Eddie feels him change the way his arm is angled and…
“Oooohhhhhh mmmmmmyyy gooooooooodddd.” His vision just lit up neon.
“That, Eddie, was your prostate.”
“Buck. I need you. Please fuck me. Please.”
“Soon, I promise. Need to make sure you can take me.”
“I can, Buck I can.”
Buck just laughs at him. He LAUGHS. But he kisses him sweet, then adds his fourth finger, stretching him more. “You won't have to wait so long next time, sweetheart. I just don't want to hurt you.” But he rubs up against that spot again and good god does that make up for the fact that Eddie’s about to combust.
He must deem him ready, because he removes his hand, and then Eddie regrets his impatience because he feels so EMPTY, and he whines at the loss.
“It's ok, Eds. I'm right here.” He's being so gentle, so soft and careful with him. Then the pressure is back, the stretch. The MORE.
“Look at me, Eds.” Buck’s got his forearms on either side of Eddie's face, and he waits for him to focus on his eyes. “There you are. I want you to take a deep breath and then exhale slow.”
When he does, Buck moves, sliding in inch by inch, using Eddie’s relaxing exhales to help with the intrusion. Every so often, he'll pull back and wait for Eddie to relax around him again before giving him more until he's finally fully seated.
“You alright?” He touches his forehead down on Eddie’s, laying a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“You’re everywhere.” Eddie says in wonder, spreading his hand across his belly. “I can feel you.”
“Mmm…is it too much? Did I hurt you?”
He shakes his head. “No. I need you to move. Move, Buck, please.”
The man pulls back just a little, shifts more than moves, testing Eddie's reaction, then thrusts fully, still slow, still gentle, and if Buck wasn't weighing him down, Eddie would double in half from the feeling of that massive cock running back and forth across his prostate.
“Mmm you feel so damn good, sweetheart, so tight and hot. Lift your hips for me a sec, gonna make it better.” A pillow slips under him, changes the angle, and Buck takes his knees in his hands, bends them up.
That angle change is glorious, and so is the pace Buck sets. It's still pretty slow, but it's steady, even, and Eddie's running along the edge of somewhere he's never been before. Buck hands him the shirt again - he must be getting loud again - and he bites down, his head thrown back on the pillow.
For his part, Buck isn't exactly quiet, though he's trying. Eddie throws a hand up towards him, expecting him to use his palm to muffle the sound and instead he takes two of his fingers inside his mouth and sucks on them like he did his cock, humming over them as he moans. Ohhhhh fuck.
Every thrust brings him closer and closer to the edge, he's peeking over it now, that coil on his belly unraveling quick, he can't hold it back, he doesn't want to hold it back.
His hips stutter and his vision lights up as he comes untouched between them, Buck sucking harder on his fingers as his own rhythm falters and Eddie feels a rush between his legs and Buck fills him.
They do a cursory cleanup and then cuddle next to each other. “I’ll help you take a shower in a little bit. But let me hold you first.” Buck runs his fingers soothingly down his back. “How do you feel?”
“Full. In the best way. You've ruined me for anyone else.”
“Good. ‘Cause I’m not letting you go, Eds. Not now that I've finally got you like this.”
“Not going anywhere, baby. I love you. You're stuck with me.”
“Love you too.”
-
Epilogue - A year later
It's game night at Hen and Karen's, and they are playing some Know Your Partner trivia thing.
Karen flips the card. “What is your partner's favorite dessert?”
Hen laughs. “Oh, that's easy. Red velvet cake.”
“Truth. You toggle between tiramisu and creme brulee.”
“Yes!”
“Maddie’s is orange chiffon cake.”
Buck squints at Chim. “No it's not. It's French silk pie. Always has been.”
Maddie shrugs. “He's not wrong, Howie.”
“But you LOVE orange chiffon cake.”
“Only when I'm pregnant.”
“Wait. You had three pieces last night.
She grins. “This is sparkling water.”
“BABY NUMBER THREE?!”
“Baby number three.”
Everyone loses their collective shit for a moment.
“Ok boys. Finish the round.”
“Buck is surprisingly not a sweets guy. He just likes to bake. He rarely eats any of it.”
“It's true. Give me salty over sweet any day. But Eddie. Well, Eddie's favorite dessert is eclairs.”
“Yup. And now it's time for us to go. Byeeeeeee.” And he takes Buck's hand and pulls him out the door.
“Ok what the fuck was that?” Karen asks.
“Oh you don't know about the eclairs? That's their super secret sex word that we all know about.” Hen is almost doubled over in laughter.
“Is there a story there that I'm missing?”
“It's how they finally got together. Poor repressed Eddie watched Buck make them at the fire house, bit into one, and oh my god you should have heard the noise he made, Karen. It was OBSCENE. Ok? Like, straight up pornographic.”
Chim fake gags. “And then they disappeared to the roof for 20 minutes and were looking a little less than professional when the bell rang. They were official by next shift.”
“Eclairs, huh?”
Hen gasps for air between laughs. “Eclairs.”
“So we're doing some kind of eclair tower at their wedding, right?”
“Oh 100%. And whoever gives the speeches has to pull the word in there at least once.” They all look at Maddie.
“It's in there three.”
“My incredible wife everybody!” Chim mock toasts her. “Who is pregnant with my third child!” He kisses her. “Hmm. Maybe we should go get some eclairs.”
“I really want orange chiffon cake now. “
“We can definitely do that too. Come on baby.”