“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“No biggie.” Hawk grunted. “I need to hit the head, anyway.”
He chuckled but moved off to let Hawk go to the bathroom. Caleb grabbed his phone to scroll through simple egg recipes, wanting to make some food for him and his hero boyfriend.
Yeah, he was at the point where his socials needed to say,In a relationship, for sure.
He decided on a frittata before rolling out of bed to grab his crutches. His knee scooter was out in the main room, and he would use that to support him while he cooked.
Man, he was ready to walk again on both feet.
“Hey, where’d you go?” Hawk wandered out from the bedroom wearing a pair of boxer briefs that clung to his ass and package like a lover. “You wandered off.”
“I want food. I know it’s not breakfast time anymore, but I can handle an egg thing.” He pulled out a skillet.
“You need some help?” Moving close, Hawk kissed the back of his neck, lips warm, the touch lingering.
Goosebumps rose on his skin, making him gasp.
“You could, uh, figure out the veg situation if you want.” At this point he might cut off his fingers if he tried to chop anything.
“Sure.” Hawk moved to rummage in the fridge, handing him the egg carton before pulling out mushrooms and greens and peppers. He grabbed an onion off the counter, too.
Caleb could get used to this shit. Hawk had people, man. Like a housekeeper who stocked his kitchen when he called and asked her to.
“So when are you back at work?” Caleb asked, cracking eggs into the bowl he’d grabbed.
“Day after tomorrow, and I’ll be pretty busy.” Hawk had done some podcasting while they were in Idaho Springs, and some Zoom calls, but he had broadcasting stuff to get back to, Caleb knew.
“Life gets back to normal, huh?”
Hawk chuckled, nudging him as he set up a cutting board. “What passes for it. Uh, I do have some news though.”
Caleb glanced over, eggshell in hand. “What’s that?”
“Well, when your folks left the therapist’s, I called mymom. I needed to hear her voice, you know?” Hawk was so not looking at him.
“Sure.” He cracked another egg, checking the heat on the pan after that.
“Well, she and Dad want to meet you so, they’re coming down in two weeks for a visit.”
“Oh. Okay, wow.” He stopped cracking eggs to stare at Hawk. “Is that good?”
“I mean, yeah. Is it okay with you? She really wants to meet you.”
Caleb stood there, an egg in his hand, staring. Then he literally shook himself. “Of course, babe. It’s your folks.” And if he was terrified by the idea, that was on him.
Hawk chopped mushrooms, the knife flying in his hand. “Cool. I know she’s going to love you.”
He wasn’t so sure about that. His folks didn’t. Why would Hawk’s?
“I— yeah.” He wasn’t good at family stuff, but this seemed important to Hawk. He wouldn’t be so elaborately casual about it if it wasn’t. “I’m happy to meet them.”
“I’m glad.” Hawk came to put the veg in the hot skillet, stirring it up. He paused, then took a deep breath. “I think your dad felt bad.”
“Huh?” He bumped Hawk out of the way, since he was meant to be doing at least a little of the cooking.
“Your dad. He’s the one who got your mom to go. I think he felt bad.”