#Steve is an early riser who loves to rouse Eddie with coffee

[catharusustulatus]

In the mornings, after Steve has gotten out of bed to jog or lift weights or make them both breakfast, Eddie yawns his arms out and counts his blessings on his fingers. It’s become routine.

Ten things he’s grateful for today: the new comic book Gareth lent him yesterday after band practice. How happy Wayne looked last night eating Steve’s cornbread. The knowledge that he doesn’t have homework to do before Monday. The wildflower patch outside the new trailer’s kitchen window, where he knows bees are buzzing. How warm the bed is even after Steve’s gotten up. The strip of sunshine coming in through the blinds, trailing through the doorway to the kitchen like Steve’s second shadow. How Steve looked last night, making the cornbread for everyone, their little family unit since Steve moved in; kitchen towel on his shoulder, blue jeans low on his hips, happy. How Steve looked after they were done eating, beneath him in their bed, cheeks pink, happy. Steve, happy. Steve….

Who comes into their bedroom, now, shirtless and blushing again, holding two mugs. And Eddie is so, so grateful, shows Steve how much, until their coffee is forgotten and they’re both back in bed.