I must say, no copyright infringement on anything named in this chapter. I don't own Flash Rosenburg nor Fiari. I did make up the race car driver's names.
Thanks again to Rescuemama2007 for collaborating on another great chapter!
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"I believe humans get a lot done, not because we're smart, but because we have thumbs so we can make coffee~~Flash Rosenburg... Sonny are you kidding me with this?" Will said reading Sonny's newest addition to the kitchen. "We can't put this up, it's...it's... tacky." Will said frowning, laying the brightly painted canvassed photo down as if it were unclean, wiping his hands on the kitchen towel and leaning against the counter top.
"Will, you do understand that I OWN a coffee shop, right?" Sonny said sardonically, walking closer to Will, while holding a sleeping Jax. Will leaned over and brushed a kiss against Jax's soft, strawberry curls.
"Yes, dear, I know," Will looked up from their peaceful baby boy and replied with equal sarcasm. "Trust me, you always smell like coffee, the house often does, and I know far more about coffee than I ever dreamed. However, that doesn't mean that EVERYTHING in our kitchen has to be about coffee...does it?" Will added innocently as he batted his eyes, fluttering those baby blues in and out of view. Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Sonny held up one finger, communicating to his boyfriend that their discussion was definitely not over. But at this specific moment, Sonny needed to get Jax to bed. It was already way past his bedtime, but Sonny just didn't have the heart to let go of him any sooner. Laying his son down, Sonny covered him lightly and kissed him goodnight. Shutting Jax's door almost all the way, he slinked as quietly as possible back into the kitchen where he saw Will still glaring at Sonny's newest choice in home decor.
"It's not any different from you having that gaudy racing photo on the wall in the living room,"Sonny grumbled as he made sure the baby monitor volume was up high enough and put on his apron to clean the dishes for the night.
Will turned around, still keeping his hands on the counter and let a small smile cross his face "Hey, race car driving is a multi-milion dollar corporation that spans the entire country, and a few others I might add. What do you think the Firari was made for - huh?" he stopped for the dramatic pause, "Speed!"
Sonny walked to Will, rested his hands on either side and grabbed the counter top as well. He leaned in, nose to nose with Will and replied "Coffee is a bigger seller and has been around for much longer. Its roots can be traced back to the ancient times." He whispered and kissed Will on the lips.
"So can alcohol, which I might add is NASCAR's roots, plus, racers are sexier. I could go for any of those guys, Jeff Speed, Tommy Flash..." Will started rattling names off of the top of his head and Sonny feigned shock.
"Oh Will, how could I ever compare?" He said and leaned in for another kiss. This time, when he tried to pull away, Will grabbed his shoulders and kept him there a few moments longer. Moving his hands slowly from chest to waist, Will reached his final destination and cupped Sonny's butt pulling him flush against his own hips. With desire clad eyes, Will pressed himself into Sonny aggressively, as if to prove his point. "But you, Sonny Kiriakis, are the only one I will ever want or need." Sonny's teeth found Will's ear, his jaw, his smooth, warm neck, his supple shoulders and then finally back up to Will's parted, waiting lips.
The couple danced their way into the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes from the kitchen, down the hallway and into their room. Will's hands tangled in Sonny's thick, dark hair and he inhaled, the smoky, intense smell of coffee lingering on every part of Sonny. Collapsing into bed, they continued to nip and caress and worship each other for hours. When they were sated, Will inhaled once again, taking in all that was Sonny. Chucking to himself, he smiled into Sonny's chest. "Ok babe, I give...coffee is better." He leaned over, nuzzled Sonny's neck and kissed him, smelling and tasting the wonderful scent of the number one caffeinated beverage of choice mixed with the smell of their recent lovemaking. "Yep," he repeated matter-of-factly, "Coffee is definitely better."
The next two mornings were a hustle and bustle of madness. Jax had his first cold. Sonny was trying to get some medicine into him, Will was trying to keep up with the laundry, and poor Jax did not want to be left alone. Diapers, shirts, pants, bibs, were all strewn throughout the apartment. Jax had been throwing up, so just as soon as they would get a load of laundry finished, they would have to dig into it for a fresh set of clothes for Jax. Sonny felt so bad for his baby boy, his fever had reached just over 100 degrees. Will felt so badly for the both of them. Sonny seemed so worried, and Jax just could not be soothed. And to top it all off, neither one had managed to sleep more than an hour at a time as they shared all child care duties.
"Will, we should take him in to see Dr. Floyd. I can't seem to get his fever below 100.6." Sonny said nervously as he put the back of his hand on baby Jax's forehead. He was walking him back and forth, trying to soothe the crying baby. Sonny tried his best, handing him stuffed animal after stuffed animal to see if maybe his "loveys" would help. Not so much.
"No, honey, he just has a cold. Babies run higher fevers than adults do when they're sick. If it gets over 103, then we'll call, deal? Right now, let's just keep doing the pedia-pops to keep the fluids in him. Food will come later. You'll see, he'll be just fine." Will sounded just like a pro to a very concerned Sonny. Sonny shifted a lightly snoozing Jax higher onto his shoulder and pulled his blanket up to his chin.
"Can we at least call one of our moms to help us Will? I mean look around this place, it's a disaster and we're no closer to getting Jax better and I can't clean if I'm holding him, you can't clean if you're at school..." Sonny sounded so overwhelmed at that moment, Will leaned in and put a finger to his lips.
"Call your mom if it makes you feel better babe. Maybe then you can get a little bit of rest? Right now, though, I need to head off to Econ class. Should I call and see if Laura can cover you tonight?" Will said as he put on his backpack and headed off to the door.
"Well, what time do you think you'll be back? Any idea?"Sonny asked as he laid a finally sleeping Jax down on the couch and covered him up with the blanket. He picked up a few of Jax's stuffed animals and put them into the toy box.
"Let's see," Will grabbed his phone and found today's schedule. "I have class until 4, and then I have a study group at 5. I can skip the study group if you need me to. That's not a big deal." Will said as he walked up to Sonny and wrapped his arms around his waist, stilled Sonny's frantic hands and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"No, go to your group. I will call mom and then Laura. If that doesn't work, maybe Chad can take a few hours. I really don't want to leave a sick baby with my mom, although she'd probably love it." Sonny said with a frown.
"Ok, do what you need to do to make you feel better ok babe? I promise, he is fine, keep the fluids in him. Tomorrow we will try bananas, today just juice, water, and pedia-pops." WIll leaned in for another peck "I Love you, Sonny. Our son is going to be just fine."
Sonny smiled, looking slightly less worried than before. "I Love you too, Will. Thank you."Sonny leaned in for one last peck before Will turned and headed to the door.
"You know I will always be there for you two." With that he opened the door to head to class and walked right into a tall, auburn haired man who was about to knock on their apartment door. "Hello. How can I help you?" Will filled the doorway with his body protectively.
"Who is it babe?" Sonny asked distractedly as he continued to pick clothes and toys up off the floor. Coming over closer to Will, Sonny peered over his shoulder, curious to check out their unexpected guest. Sonny's sharp intake of breath caused Will to snap his head around and raise a hand to Sonny's shoulder.
"Are you okay, Sonny?" Will watched as his boyfriend's surprise turned from confusion into anger.
"Patrick Flynn," Sonny finally breathed out, "what are you doing here?" Patrick was far from home, and Sonny was immediately suspicious. This man had been both Janice's and Sonny's client. This was a man that Sonny thought - and hoped - he would never see the likes of again. But there he was, plain as day, in the flesh, on Sonny's doorstep with a big nasty grin on his pale pink face.
"Jackson, long time, no see." He said in his thick Irish accent. Will wanted to get a closer look at this Patrick guy, but he didn't want to take his eyes from Sonny; he was fidgeting and running fingers through his hair, which was a telltale sign of Sonny's extreme discomfort.
Will just stood there stunned. "You two know each other?"
"We do," Patrick chimed in. "Would you like to tell this nice young man how we know each other, Jackson? Or should I?" and he finished his question with a conspiratorial smile.
"No," Sonny cut off his last question abruptly, "no way, Patrick. Listen, Will and I have no secrets from each other." Sonny squeezed Will's hand that he had unknowingly grabbed. "What Will and I tell each other is between us." Will squeezed Sonny's hand right back in support and kissed him softly on the cheek. "So, let me ask you this once again, Patrick. What in the hell are you doing here?"