For those of you who keep up with me, I am alive and I am working. I'm very sorry for the wait, and I hope you all can continue to be patient with me! No excuses haha
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He won't order today. Amelia's meal cost way more than a sandwich and tea had any right to, but Alfred had a princess to adore and treat right, even if her daddy screwed up and didn't back the fuck off from heat and too much alcohol. And really, the stories don't lie when they say that he can't even bring himself to regret a thing when his little girl smiles and squeals at the thought of a real tea party, all posh like his princess deserves. It's probably for the best that Alfred doesn't like tea anyways.
A waiter brings Amelia's food and tea on a silver tray, and her pigtails bounce up and down with her movements as Alfred pours her a cup of tea in a pretty blue and white cup with flowers blooming around the rim. She chirps a thank you and smiles at the waiter sweetly, before letting out a quiet "ohhh" as she watches the fragrant steam curl up delicately from her meal. Alfred's stomach rumbles despite himself. Face scrunched, she carefully holds the cup in her hands with all the delicacy of picking up a bunny rabbit, gentle.
"You try some too, Daddy," she insists, and he scoots his chair closer so she doesn't have to lean across the table. Amelia cuts little squares off of her sandwich and feeds him little cubes off of the end of her fork, omega instinct to mother and make things peachy-keen strong even at her age.
Another waiter approaches their table. Alfred feels his face scrunch in confusion, even as the smell of food -more meaty than he would have expected out of a frumpy little place like this- hits him. He can see the grease from the fried egg stain the wax paper, and the melted cheese is fresh enough to still look almost liquid. "We didn't order that," he says, once the waiter sets the plate down at their table. God, what a terrible, terrible mistake to taunt him with.
The waiter flushes and scowls at him, bringing his eyebrows closer together -they're thick but cute, Alfred realizes, they bring attention to his pretty green eyes and oh god the waiter is cute. "I'm sorry?" Cute, accent, plateful of mouthwatering food. Alfred wonders if it's hot enough out to pass his growing blush off as the weather, or maybe the steam.
Alfred picks up the receipt and hopes to god the smell of food hides his interest in what he now knows to be a very cute omega waiter, who takes up the receipt and looks it over once, twice, before handing it back to him. He flushes again in embarrassment as he hands the receipt back to Alfred. "Well, I'm sorry about the mistake. Is it alright to leave this with you?"
"It's fine!" Amelia chirps, from where she had previously been preoccupied with her sandwich and not with the little drama playing out at their table.
"Right," he says, and congratulates himself on sounding collected and not falling apart like some alpha with their first crush. Well, in Alfred's case it was his second, but whatever. "That'll be fine." Alfred smiles at the waiter, who nods and collects the plate, before whisking off again to deal with the other customers during the rush hour.
Alfred tries not to bury his head in his arms when Amelia prods him excitedly. "Did you see that Daddy? He's like a fairy godmother," she whispers excitedly, and mostly Alfred agrees but he's also pretty sure that marrying the fairy godmother might also be a happily ever after, even if it wasn't exactly how the story went.