Another chapter. Two more are ready and out to my beta and a third is in the works. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
Watanuki became aware that he was snuggled against something large and warm. Then he became aware of a pair of arms wrapped securely around him. He opened his eyes, his mind still clouded with sleep, to find himself looking at Doumeki's chest. It rose and fell with each soft breath, and something about the steady rhythm of that breathing was very comforting. He felt himself smiling. 'He's really not so bad like this.'
He really didn't want to move, but his stomach was insisting on something to eat, so he carefully untangled himself from Doumeki's arms and slipped silently out of the bed, heading for the kitchen. A glance at the clock told him that they had slept right through into the next morning. It was already six. 'I can't be getting on such a weird schedule,' he worried to himself as he walked to the refrigerator, stifling a yawn.
After a quick inventory check, he decided that cereal would be enough for now. He was buzzing with energy after that long rest, and while he intended to keep in mind not to overwork himself, he wanted to do something. So perhaps he could just dust or something...
When he finished his breakfast, he washed the bowl and spoon before going out in search of the feather duster. It didn't take him long to find it and then he was off dusting everything. He fell into the familiar routine and before he even realized it, he had not only dusted most of the surfaces in the house, but swept and mopped the floors as well. He had worked off most of the energy but was still too wide-awake to return to bed. A quick check of the clock informed him he'd been cleaning for nearly an hour and a half. Now, at a mere fifteen minutes to eight in the morning, with no more simple cleaning tasks to perform, he cast about for anything he could possibly do to pass the time.
He was returning to the kitchen when the phone rang. He darted to it quickly to answer it before it could wake Doumeki. "Hello?"
"Doumeki-san?" An unfamiliar male voice on the other end of the phone asked. It sounded a bit frazzled.
"No. He's still sleeping. May I ask who's calling?"
"This is Taka Mizuumi."
"Would you like me to take a message?" Watanuki asked, looking about for a pen and paper.
"No. My wife asked me to call. Please, when he wakes up just tell him my wife had the baby."
Watanuki paused, realization hitting him. "Ah! Is your wife Himawari-chan?"
"Yes. Do you know her too, then?"
"Yes, I do. She had the baby? Is she okay? Is the baby okay?"
"Oh, yes. They're both fine. She just has me calling to tell everyone." For a moment the man was silent, then he gave an almost nervous chuckle. "I'm so sorry, I was so excited that I didn't even look at the clock. I'm terribly sorry if I woke you."
"No. It's fine. I was already awake." Watanuki insisted.
"Oh? Well, I have more people to call. But please let Doumeki-san know when he wakes up. And when the two of you get the chance, you should come down to see the baby. She's beautiful!"
Watanuki felt a smile warm across his face. "I'll let him know. And we'll definitely come to see her."
"Alright then. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Watanuki put the phone back down and turned. His heart leapt into his throat when he found himself face-to-chest with Doumeki. "Gah! Don't sneak up on me!"
"Who was that?"
"That was Himawari-chan's husband. She had her baby this morning!"
"I'm guessing that you want to go see?" Doumeki asked.
"Well of course I do!" Watanuki replied. "Don't you?"
"Yes. But it's pretty early still. I'd like to get breakfast and go back to bed for a while."
"Well I guess I could fix something, but didn't you get enough sleep? We went to sleep late in the afternoon yesterday!"
Doumeki smirked and brushed a strand of hair away from Watanuki's face. "Who said I wanted to sleep?"
Watanuki's eyes widened in surprise. "W-Wh-What do you mean?"
Doumeki stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him. "I mean that I like holding you. What did you think I meant?"
"Shut up." Watanuki muttered, embarrassed, tugging away. He turned and headed for the refrigerator, but Doumeki grabbed his wrist and tugged him back into the embrace, brushing his lips over Watanuki's forehead.
"I want tamago-yaki." He said.
"I've told you I don't take orders." Watanuki retorted, frowning.
But they both knew he'd make it anyway.
