All joking aside, Spencer had meant it when he'd said Joel spoils them. He's lucky enough to have a husband who does it all: cooks, builds, cleans, everything. Even though the bookstore had been a bit of a mess--which is really an understatement--when they'd met, Joel has always taken good care of the living space they share together. Every so often, Spencer still has to lecture his husband for leaving a new box of inventory lying around when it should be going straight to the shelves, but there's never any real ire behind it because as co-owners of the store, they complement each other well. That's the case in essentially every aspect of their lives, it has been from the start, and Spencer knows that accounts for exactly why they'd fallen so deeply in love with each other so quickly. It's why they're here now, still happy and married and fathers to the most beautiful little boy to ever exist in this world.
"Let's try the omelette," Spencer decides, though the mere mention of the pancakes and waffles had already gotten his mouth watering. His stomach growls then, a deep rumbling that makes Dane jolt in surprise, and Spencer has to laugh when their son stares at his belly with wide eyes before looking back at Joel, as if his father will be able to account for what's just happened. "And we'd better try it fast, I don't want to worry our little Junebug any more than I already have. Besides, it's best not to let your husband die of starvation on Christmas morning, that just seems unnaturally cruel."
With a labored grunt, Spencer forces himself out of bed, hauling Dane with him as he heads for the doorway. "I'm going to get the presents I hid from you all gathered while you start breakfast," he says, glancing over his shoulder at his husband, though it does give him pause because as always, Joel looks so gorgeous. It'll never stop amazing him, he thinks, just how handsome Joel is, even with his hair messy like that and in nothing more than a shirt and briefs. If he didn't have their son in his arms, Spencer might be tempted to jump right back in bed but as it is, they'll just have to wait until Charlotte's gone later and Dane has settled back down after the excitement of the day. Spencer can wait, of course, even if their patience has been tested in the past; but there's a great day ahead of him, he's sure of it. It's their first Christmas with Dane, and he can't imagine anything better.
"I didn't think it could get better than last year," he says suddenly, his tone and expression both more sincere, and even Dane gives a slight tilt of his head at the change in Spencer's voice. "I was wrong. I think it can only ever get better, don't you?" Within the next few Christmases, they may even have a second child, a brother or sister for Dane, who'll be walking and talking by then, and it fills Spencer with a brand new sense of warmth. "Meet us downstairs, baby, okay? Otherwise I'll be forced to start cooking myself and none us wants that."
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"Let's try the omelette," Spencer decides, though the mere mention of the pancakes and waffles had already gotten his mouth watering. His stomach growls then, a deep rumbling that makes Dane jolt in surprise, and Spencer has to laugh when their son stares at his belly with wide eyes before looking back at Joel, as if his father will be able to account for what's just happened. "And we'd better try it fast, I don't want to worry our little Junebug any more than I already have. Besides, it's best not to let your husband die of starvation on Christmas morning, that just seems unnaturally cruel."
With a labored grunt, Spencer forces himself out of bed, hauling Dane with him as he heads for the doorway. "I'm going to get the presents I hid from you all gathered while you start breakfast," he says, glancing over his shoulder at his husband, though it does give him pause because as always, Joel looks so gorgeous. It'll never stop amazing him, he thinks, just how handsome Joel is, even with his hair messy like that and in nothing more than a shirt and briefs. If he didn't have their son in his arms, Spencer might be tempted to jump right back in bed but as it is, they'll just have to wait until Charlotte's gone later and Dane has settled back down after the excitement of the day. Spencer can wait, of course, even if their patience has been tested in the past; but there's a great day ahead of him, he's sure of it. It's their first Christmas with Dane, and he can't imagine anything better.
"I didn't think it could get better than last year," he says suddenly, his tone and expression both more sincere, and even Dane gives a slight tilt of his head at the change in Spencer's voice. "I was wrong. I think it can only ever get better, don't you?" Within the next few Christmases, they may even have a second child, a brother or sister for Dane, who'll be walking and talking by then, and it fills Spencer with a brand new sense of warmth. "Meet us downstairs, baby, okay? Otherwise I'll be forced to start cooking myself and none us wants that."