Kind of Blue- Miles Davis
Mike woke up with the sun shining brightly through bedroom windows and seeping its way onto the bed, warming his face. He took a moment to enjoy it before he really became fully awake. Laying on his back with his left arm slung over his eyes he reached across the right side of the bed only to let out a humph. He knew it was late for Harvey's standards but it didn't stop him from being disappointed that he couldn't roll over and snuggle into him while Harvey read a book. It had become one of Mike's favorite ways to spend a lazy Sunday morning. His brain fog slowly faded and after a minute he sat up accepting that his plans weren't going to happen this week.
He pulled on his boxers and opened the bedroom door to be meet with the smooth sound of jazz filling the open space. It wasn't any of the usual songs his boyfriend would play on a nice morning. A melancholy wail of the saxophone filled the air and Mike recognized it for what it was to him. It was a song that Harvey reverted back to time-and-time again when he was sad. The entire album was a classic that Gordon loved and subconsciously passed down to his son. Unfortunately this particular song meant to keep his distance while Harvey worked through his internal battles.
Instead of crowding his space like he wished to do so badly, he shuffled into the kitchen and got started on preparing some coffee first and foremost. Leaning his elbows on the island and taking in the sight of Harvey with his feet up on the couch and his head bent back on the headrest made his heart constrict in his chest. He didn't even realize the other man was going through a bad time. Mike always prided himself on being able to read Harvey when everyone else was clueless. He couldn't even do anything to help him and it hurt. With the coffee brewed and a fresh cup poured he set off determined to make some breakfast for them. He couldn't take away any of Harvey's problems but he might be able to get him out of his head with some good food. With the last flip of the eggs Mike slid over to the toaster to put the bread down into the toaster. He jumped at a pressure that was suddenly present on his hips. After a second he naturally lent back into Harvey and turned his head to kiss his cheek. "The food will be ready in just another minute, you can go back and sit down" he said as he turned back and plated the eggs and buttered the toast. He felt his baby slip away and heard his footsteps make their way across the floor to the couch. He sighed again but brought the plates over to him and they ate in silence. After the food was gone and the dishes were set aside he sat back into the cushions. Not a minute later Harvey's head was in his lap. His hands rolled through his hair as usual and prepared himself for the long wait. Don't misunderstand him, he didn't mind this. He was just happy Harvey was allowing him to help, even if it was just brushing his hands through his hair and being nearby.
The album ended and five minutes passed followed by five more. Mike was almost dozing off leaning back on the couch. "It's the anniversary of my dad's death. Do you want to come to the cemetery with me this year?" His heart stopped at the implication. Harvey never took anyone to meet his father. Keeping the silence Mike just intertwined their fingers and gave his lover's hand a squeeze. After a few more moments he lent over and kissed his temple. To make sure his actions were not misinterpreted he quietly stated "I'd be honored."
It became a yearly tradition and Mike thanked all of his lucky stars that he didn't mess up that very important Sunday morning.