Title: The Clarke-Masood Household
Fandom: Eastenders
Pairing: Christian/Syed CHRYED
Rating: PG
Summary: Christian and Syed's family life with a few twists thrown in the mix…
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The man in the dark grey suit dropped his briefcase in the hallway with a sigh of relief – it had been a long day. Firstly the new temp had order double the amount of coriander than asked (and left it outside in the pouring rain!) so; needless to say the owner of Masala Queen was very unimpressed. Then he was called into a meeting with his other business associates to discuss the boring details of finances and tax returns – during his lunch break. Finally to finish off the day, his car broke down on the motorway and he had to be towed home, whist sitting in the cab of a rundown, greasy lorry. Nice.
His thoughts were interrupted by the smell of dinner bubbling away in the kitchen – smelt great, he noted. He hung up his jacket on the coat stand to his left, and walked along the hallway into an open plan living space. There Christian sat, flicking through the T.V channels, huddled up in a tomb of blankets and engulfed by a mountain of tissues, coughing with the press of each button.
"Hello superman, - how are you feeling? Still got that fever, hey?" Syed asked feeling the older mans forehead and looking over him attentively.
"Yeah, I-I'm alright" his speech was stopped by a vicious sneeze "How was work?"
"Well, what do you expect with Lucy working as a temp?"
"That bad, eh?"
"No, worse" this cause Christian to dissolve into a fit of giggles, which in turn lead to a fit of coughing and spluttering all over the sofa. Syed rubbed his back.
"I'm just kidding she's OK really – I just miss working with you – Oh well, I'll live" he said clutching his hand to his chest dramatically, and began picking up the tissues.
"Sorry about this, I'll be back on my feet soon, and everything will be back to normal." Christian said, a smile infecting his face.
"Everything?" Syed inquired innocently.
"Everything!" Christian promise sent shivers though his lover's spine, he yearned to be close to him again, to be able to touch him, and hold him – to be touched by him.
The cold winter months had gotten to Christian and he had been ill for five days – far too long in Syed's opinion.
He pushed Christian's feet off the second cushion of the sofa they were resting on, and scooted up next to him, resting his head on the muscular man's chest. Whist kicking his shoes off – Christian draped an arm around Syed's shoulder.
"Honestly! When did we get so domestic?" Syed wondered.
"When we decided to have kids, Sy!" and as if on queue the three Clarke-Massood children stumbled in followed by Auntie Jane…