Luke woke the next morning to find himself alone in bed. He could smell coffee and French toast drifting in through the open door. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it read 9:32am. He stretched and rolled over, comfortably hugging the pillow and closing his eyes for a few more minutes. By 9:45 he finally dragged himself out of bed. He found his bag was now sitting on the floor next to the bed, and he smiled, knowing Reid must have brought it in.
He groggily wandered into the main part of the house, wearing shorts and a t-shirt. His hair was a mess but he really didn't care. Reid looked up at laughed to see Luke rubbing his eyes.
"Good morning," he said happily from the kitchen, returning to his cooking.
"Morning," Luke said tiredly, coming into the kitchen behind him. "Mmm, smells good," he said softly, leaning gently against Reid's back and kissing his cheek. Reid turned his face into the kiss and smiled. "You smell good," he commented absently. Reid laughed.
"That's because I already showered. Hungry?" Reid asked. He was flipping toast in the pan with a spatula. Luke smiled.
"Starving," he said in the same groggy voice. Reid just smiled. Luke clung to him a moment longer before slowly wandering toward the fridge.
He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured himself some orange juice, smiling to see there were two containers of his favorite morning drink in there and wondering if Reid hadn't bought more on purpose. He moved to the table next, sitting down his drink.
"Need help with anything?" he asked before he sat down. Reid glanced over his shoulder.
"Could you get the table ready?" he asked easily. Luke nodded, hands in his pockets and raising his shoulders and he moved easily through the kitchen. He'd done this before and so it was second nature in a way as he pulled out plates, forks and knives and placed them on the table. He grabbed a second glass for Reid and brought one of the containers of orange juice to the table, as well as some napkins. A few minutes later, as Luke was downing the last of his first glass of orange juice, Reid walked over with the plate of French toast, dragging two pieces onto each of their plates.
They smiled at each other from across the table as they started eating, feeling like giddy school boys in a way as they would look away with red cheeks and unstoppable grins.
"Did you sleep well?" Reid asked, glancing up before turning back to his food and taking a bite. Luke quickly swallowed the bit in his mouth and nodded, looking up.
"Yeah, I did," he smirked. Reid looked up and laughed a little. "You?"
"Not too bad," he shrugged. Luke glanced at him to see he was smiling.
They continued to eat, mostly in silence, before working together to clear the table and rinse the dishes. Reid did a bit of work in his study while Luke showered and changed. They then spent a good portion of the morning lounging on the back patio, sitting together on the porch swing and talking. Around 1pm they finally moved back into the house as dark clouds threatened to open up on them, trying to figure out what to do now. They had decided to go see a movie, after much persuasion and a few teasing kisses from Luke, and were just about to head out to the car when Luke got his first taste of his least favorite sound.
The chirping was high pitched and annoying to say the least. Luke was pulling on his jacket and Reid was grabbing his keys when it started going off. He glanced down at the small device on his belt, looking almost mortified. Luke stopped moving and watched as he pulled the beeper out and read the message. When Reid looked up at him with a frown, Luke felt his heart sink.
"It's the hospital," sighed Reid. "They wouldn't call me in if it wasn't an emergency," he explained, sounding quite bitter. He was moving across the room and grabbing a small black bag from just inside his office.
Luke shrugged on his coat and stepped aside, not sure what to do.
"Should I just… wait for you here?" he asked carefully. Reid slowly walked up to him, cupping his face with one hand and kissing him sweetly.
"I don't know how long I'll be," he began, and Luke sighed. "I'll run up there, see if I can't hand it off to someone else, and I'll call you as soon as I know what's up. Okay?"
Luke managed to nod.
"I know you're flight leaves at eight… I promise that if worse comes to worse I'll be back to see you off."
Reid kissed Luke again and then was out the door. Luke stood in the doorway and watched as he drove away, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Once Reid was out of sight he closed his eyes and sighed before pathetically wandering back inside and closing the door behind him.
