Virtual Trick-Or-Treating
Oct. 31st, 2012 07:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rsadelleHappy Halloween! Welcome to the fourth annual edition of virtual trick-or-treating.
Knock or ring the bell by leaving me a comment, and I'll reply with a treat of some sort. It might be a fic snippet, a picture, a song, or something else I come up with in the moment. (I will be offering treats until nine PM Pacific Time, but if I don't get to it by then, I'll leave you a treat tomorrow morning.)
(Not my actual door. Photo by Flickr user jeremympiehler, used under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 2.0 Generic license.)
Knock or ring the bell by leaving me a comment, and I'll reply with a treat of some sort. It might be a fic snippet, a picture, a song, or something else I come up with in the moment. (I will be offering treats until nine PM Pacific Time, but if I don't get to it by then, I'll leave you a treat tomorrow morning.)
(Not my actual door. Photo by Flickr user jeremympiehler, used under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 2.0 Generic license.)
Best in the World (2/2)
Date: 2012-11-01 07:01 pm (UTC)"We just flew halfway around the world," Danny says. "I don't think Claude wants to cook now."
"I'll do it," Claude says with a shrug. "We need groceries anyway. Who's coming with me to the store?"
"I'll go," Caelan says.
Carson says, "Me too."
"I'll stay with you," Cameron says to Danny.
Claude takes Danny's keys from him. "Bread, cheese, butter, ketchup, cereal, milk. Anything else?"
Danny should probably add something healthier to that, but they'll have to go shopping again soon enough anyway. "No."
Cameron hovers after they leave.
Danny puts an arm around his shoulders. "I missed you."
Cameron turns into him and makes it a real hug. "I'm really glad you and Claude are home."
"We're really glad to be home." Danny lets Cameron hold on as long as he wants. The boys are at an age where, hockey playing aside, they're not willing to be hugged the way they were when they were little.
"Will you help with my math homework? Mom doesn't explain it like you do."
"Of course."
Cameron drags his backpack into the kitchen. They're still working through it at the kitchen table when Claude and the other boys get home.
"Homework," Danny calls at Caelan and Carson. "You can start it while Claude's cooking. No arguments."
Being gone for so long has its advantages; neither of them argue, and all three of the boys make a good dent in their homework before Claude makes them clear the table for dinner.
"You make the best grilled cheese in the world," Carson says.
"In the world?" Claude says. "The world is a big place."
"Yours is the best," Carson says firmly.
"He's right," Caelan says.
Cameron just nods with a mouth full of sandwich.
"Thank you," Claude says.
Danny's been eating Claude's grilled cheese off and on for months, but he's not sure it's ever tasted as good as it does right now, at home in his own house with his boys and Claude smiling at him across the table. "They're right. Best in the world."