*** JC yawned and stretched across the bed. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, he smelled coffee brewing, what more could he possibly ask for first thing in the…
Afternoon.
Heh, ok so he still liked his sleep. He heard the near hysterical pitch coming from the kitchen and realized Chris was there and from the sounds of his laughter, he wasn't alone.
Bones popping, he got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen to investigate. Standing inside of the doorway, JC smiled as he watched Briahnna Fatone standing on a stool next to Chris as he mixed something in a bowl. With his hands. Imitating the Swedish Chef from the Muppet Show.
Before JC had a chance to say anything, Joey walked inside from the patio and plucked Bri off the stool, flying her outside with her arms spread wide.
"I forgot we were doing this today."
Chris turned, hands still mushy from hamburger, and let out an exaggerated gasp, sending pieces of raw meat flying as his hands flailed about. "He has risen!"
JC rolled his eyes and made his way towards the freak in his life and rested his head on his shoulder. "Missed you this morning."
Grinning, Chris eased himself back. He stared at the mess covering his hands and glanced at the wistful look on JC's face. "Yeah?"
JC nodded. "I don't like waking up without you; I feel incomplete."
Fighting the urge to break into song, Chris blew him a kiss. "Well, be prepared for a whole lot of completeness. Your parents got here 15 minutes ago and Lance is on his way with his new "assistant." Kel and Joe brought the munchkin, and I actually got a call from the Infant."
JC smiled the smile that made his eyes crinkle and Chris's heart ping.
Chris washed his hands. “We have one dysfunctional family.”
JC sighed as he watched Chris dry his hands on his pants. “They are definitely ours.”
Chris pulled him close. “And I am definitely yours.”
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Date: 2005-09-03 08:21 pm (UTC)***
JC yawned and stretched across the bed. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, he smelled coffee brewing, what more could he possibly ask for first thing in the…
Afternoon.
Heh, ok so he still liked his sleep. He heard the near hysterical pitch coming from the kitchen and realized Chris was there and from the sounds of his laughter, he wasn't alone.
Bones popping, he got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen to investigate. Standing inside of the doorway, JC smiled as he watched Briahnna Fatone standing on a stool next to Chris as he mixed something in a bowl. With his hands. Imitating the Swedish Chef from the Muppet Show.
Before JC had a chance to say anything, Joey walked inside from the patio and plucked Bri off the stool, flying her outside with her arms spread wide.
"I forgot we were doing this today."
Chris turned, hands still mushy from hamburger, and let out an exaggerated gasp, sending pieces of raw meat flying as his hands flailed about. "He has risen!"
JC rolled his eyes and made his way towards the freak in his life and rested his head on his shoulder. "Missed you this morning."
Grinning, Chris eased himself back. He stared at the mess covering his hands and glanced at the wistful look on JC's face. "Yeah?"
JC nodded. "I don't like waking up without you; I feel incomplete."
Fighting the urge to break into song, Chris blew him a kiss. "Well, be prepared for a whole lot of completeness. Your parents got here 15 minutes ago and Lance is on his way with his new "assistant." Kel and Joe brought the munchkin, and I actually got a call from the Infant."
JC smiled the smile that made his eyes crinkle and Chris's heart ping.
Chris washed his hands. “We have one dysfunctional family.”
JC sighed as he watched Chris dry his hands on his pants. “They are definitely ours.”
Chris pulled him close. “And I am definitely yours.”
JC smiled, tightening the embrace.
What more could he possibly ask for?