When There's Such Thing As Bad Grits

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Remington wakes up the next morning and starts to make some eggs, hash browns, bacon, and grits. He has no clue what he is doing but he googles it all and follows what it tells him to do. What the fuck are grits? Everyone down here eats them...

He puts everything in bowls and plates and sets it on a tray, walking carefully to their bedroom. Andy is still sleeping soundly especially since he stayed up most of the night making sure nothing weird happened.

He sets the tray down on his side of the bed and gently gets on top of his husband, kissing his face, neck, and chest softly. Andy moans and stirs in his sleep, barely opening his eyes. 

"Hey beautiful," he whispers in his low tired voice.

"I made you some breakfast," Remington smiles, getting off his husband and bringing the tray to him. 

Andy smiles and kisses his husband. "Are you going to share with me?"

"Nah I'm not too hungry baby. I'm just gonna have some tea."

"Aht aht aht. Take three bites please."

Remington groans and takes a small bite of the eggs and hash browns. He takes a scoop of grits and cringes, putting the spoon down."

Andy laughs out loud. "What's wrong with it?"

"I clearly don't know how to make grits."

Andy takes a bite and has to force himself to swallow. "Is it supposed to be crunchy?"

"Shut up I don't know!" Remington laughs out loud.

 Remington stands out on the balcony and drinks his tea...smiling at the wind in his hair. Andy joins him outside and sits down.

"I'm going to miss you," Remington says quietly. 

"Then don't leave. Record here."

"Nah, we need to be together for this one. I'm so fucking excited."

Andy steps forward and feels the hot Georgia sun drench his skin.

"Ever think about adopting Remi?"

"Yeah, a dog."

Andy laughs and shakes his head. "I mean a baby."

Remington sighs and shakes his head. "I want to be selfish for awhile. I'm not ready for bigger responsibilities. But now a dog, I'd be happy as fuck."

"Then come on. Let's go to a shelter." 

Remington squeals in delight and follows his lover out the door.

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