Sawyer reached over and grabbed the coffee pot then held it out to Stefan. "Done."
A grin spread across Stefan's lips as he held out his coffee cup. Once Sawyer filled his cup, he quickly doctored it with cream and sugar then started drinking again.
He was about halfway through his second cup when Dahl came stumbling into the large room. The man's eyes were wide and unfocused. He whimpered as he glanced around.
"Do I smell coffee?"
Stefan grinned as he reached for an empty cup.
Sawyer's eyebrows rose as he poured coffee into the cup. "If he offers you a blow job, I'll punch him."
Stefan chuckled as he held the cup out to Dahl. "You want sugar and creamer with this?"
Dahl's eyes rounded even more as he hurried across the room and grabbed the cup. "Coffee?" he whispered. "Real coffee?"
"Good coffee," Stefan amended.
"How?" Dahl mixed some sugar and creamer into his cup then took a sip. His entire body shuddered. "Oh my god. It's real coffee."
Stefan smiled before taking another sip of his own coffee. He knew he needed to not grow accustomed to drinking coffee again. No matter how much there was in the storage room, it wouldn't last forever, but he could sure enjoy it while they had it.
"Anyone hungry?" Sawyer called out.
Stefan's eyebrows shot up when he glanced toward his lover. He'd been so engrossed in his coffee, he'd totally missed the fact that the man was cooking breakfast. He raised his hand, swallowing hard when he saw the breakfast scramble Sawyer had cooked up. Eggs, cheese, ham, and potatoes. When had he had his last egg?
"Anything I can help with?"
Sawyer shot him a smile before gesturing to the stack of dishes on the far counter. "Get plates and forks."
Stefan hurried to do as Sawyer said, grabbing five plates and forks. He carried them to the table and set them out, setting Roark's down next to the stack of papers in front of him. "Breakfast is ready. You might want to clean those up for now so you don't get any food on them."
Roark still had a frown on his face when he glanced up. "Yeah, thanks." He carefully stacked the papers into a pile and set them aside before pulling his plate in front of him.
"You don't look real happy about what you found."
"I'm not."
Stefan did not like that statement. "Something else we need to wait to learn once the others get back?"
Roark nodded. "It's best if everyone is here when I explain this."
Stefan didn't like that statement either. "They should be back soon."
Roark nodded again before glancing toward the kitchenette. "Did you say breakfast?"
Breakfast was a rowdy affair. Stefan was pretty sure it was due to the fact that they were eating food they hadn't had in years. Granted, there were still chickens here and there. Just not a lot of them. The eggs tended to be saved for the children, who were few and far between.
After everyone was done eating, Stefan helped Frankie clean up while Sawyer and Dahl went to feed and water the horses and Roark went back to reading his papers. When they were done, Stefan grabbed one of the lamps and made his way to the paddock where they kept the horses.
It would be great if they could get the electricity up and running in this place. He really hated having to carry a lantern everywhere he went. He'd also like to get the plumbing fixed so they could take hot showers. The last time he'd even bathed in hot water, it was because he'd been injured, and that was years ago.
"Hey, Fred." Stefan stroked his hands over the horse's flank then up his back to his neck. "How ya doing there, buddy? Did you enjoy sleeping indoors last night? Hmm?"
He'd had Fred for a long time, almost as long as he'd been riding on horseback. Fred was a good horse. He was brave, ran full out forever, and was always good at alerting Stefan if something wasn't quite right.
Stefan patted the horse then walked over to where Stefan was standing talking to Dahl. "Any sign of the guys yet?"
"We were just getting ready to open the door and go out to take a look." Sawyer smiled. "Want to go for a walk with me?"
