44
At Peace
Oga stood in front of the coffee machine. He didn't drink coffee. Yet every morning he came to brew a cup of the best damn coffee he could make even though the brunet never drank a sip. Why? It was because that cup of coffee every morning belonged to a certain ex- bartender who was now his husband. Oga and Furuichi had been married for three wonderful years. It was like a dream to Oga, the man who never thought he'd fall in love, let alone have someone return the sentiment. The coffee maker beeped and Oga carried the cup back upstairs. Furuichi often told him he looked like a stalker standing by the door frame to stare at the silvernette sleep but he did it anyway.
"Stop staring at me weirdo," Furuichi hadn't even opened his eyes yet. The silvernette couldn't sleep when someone was staring at him, but because Furuichi knew Oga wasn't doing it out of malice, he let it slide. Besides, Oga knew how to make a great cup of coffee now. "I'm not the weirdo who knows I'm staring at him without opening my eyes."
The couple sat in bed together as they had grown accustomed too since their marriage. Furuichi now worked as a freelance consultant on alcohol, his bartending experience and knowledge made his work high in demand. Oga still worked at the same blue collar company, but he enjoyed it. Still, there was still something missing.
"Furuichi...I was thinking…"
Furuichi's ear perked up while sipping his coffee. The silvernette made an inquisitive hum to push the brunet to continue. "Well, I was thinking...about...kids."
Furuichi had expected the topic of children to be the last on his husband's mind, but the silvernette couldn't deny that the thought had been turning over in his mind too. He placed the cup on their night stand and rubbed his palms together. "Alright. I'm game if you are." The easy way Furuichi accepted change was what made Oga fall in love with the ex-bartender in the first place. His tense shoulders relaxed. They knew adopting wasn't going to be easy, but they were glad to go through it together.
