“Where’s my favorite coffee cup?”
It was an involuntary reaction, but my ears fell off to the sides, catching his attention immediately.
“Roscoe!”
“I’m sorry. I was movin’ stuff around a couple weeks ago and it fell. Didn’t know it was yer favorite.”
“It was double insulated and expensive. That cup survived four moves, but somehow couldn’t survive you.”
Lookin’ at him so sad made me remember something I was savin’ something for just such an occasion.
“How would you like a new favorite cup?”
“I can’t just point to a cup and designate it my favorite. You know this about me. It has to pass a myriad of rigorous tests before I’d even consider it.”
I slid my metal spatula under the eggs and bacon and onto a plate before putting more in.
“Speakin’ of favorite things, I used to have a favorite frying pan and a favorite apron.” I glanced back at Cody who was now looking at the floor—ah, that cute look of guilt he could neverhide. “You know I ain’t mad about silly things like that.Thingsdon’t matter.”
“After everything we’ve been through, you’d think I’d be less of a stickler.” He crept up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Fuck it. I’ll drink coffee out of a bowl if it means I get my caffeine fix.”
I pointed to the cabinet under the sink. “Was gonna give it to you fer Christmas, but I hate waitin’.”
Cody pulled away and walked across the kitchen before reaching under the sink for a box I’d neatly wrapped in a paper grocery bag so it wouldn’t be too conspicuous. He slowly peeled the tape to keep everything intact.
“Jeez, Cody. I ain’t gonna use that paper again. Just rip it open.”
“Sorry, habit,” he said, tearing it the rest of the way, revealing a box with a picture of a double-insulated coffee mug, bigger than his other one. There was no way to put a price on his expression. “Whoa!”
“It gets better,” I said. “Take it out of the box.”
He impatiently ripped open the box to get at the mug before holding it to the light. Etched into the glass was his name. On the other side was that drawing I gave him a while ago to apologize with me holding up a heart.
“Roscoe, this…” He placed the cup on the counter and wiped tears from his eyes. “This is my new favorite cup.”
“But you ain’t tested it yet.”
“It passes,” he said, throwing his arms around me again. “How about we eat breakfast in bed?”
Hearing him say that made me gasp. He never let me eat in bed.
“You mean it? I can put on a movie, too?”
He rubbed my stomach before grabbing lower. “How about you eat, and I take care of something else.”
“Oh shit.” I hurried and scooped the rest of the food onto the plate before turning off the burner. Two of my favorite things in life, and I’d get to have ‘em at the same time. Had to rush in case Cody changed his mind, but he was all too eager to get me in that bedroom. “Yer really okay with this?”
“They’re just sheets.” He looked back at me, raising his eyebrows as we entered the bedroom. “I know I’m going to regret this, but maybe we can, I dunno… experiment with new things?”
“You know, I’ve always had this fantasy of fucking on the beach and bringin’ in a human third.”
His grin flipped almost instantly. I shoulda known that would get me in trouble.
“You’re this close to getting nothing.”
“Uh… yeah forget about that. Let’s eat!”
Cody
