Half The World Away

Cloud Nine

TW for slur use in this, Myra is the WORST!

LOS ANGELES, JUNE 25TH, 2016: 11:45am

Thursday, for Richie, had been uneventful. His plane had landed at around 8pm, and so, instead of going home to his own house, he'd decided to stay at his parents. They lived closer to LAX, and his dad had picked him up. He'd had a Wendy's for dinner and gone straight to bed. The next morning, he sits at the island in the kitchen, tiredly pushing cornflakes around a bowl as he eats his breakfast in his pyjamas. He has about 7 hours before he has to get ready for his interview that night.

"Morning, sweetheart." Maggie greets her son, smoothing down the back of his sleep shirt gently before making her way to the fridge. The heatwave was still happening, but Richie had still chosen to wear a t-shirt to bed." Sorry I was asleep when you came home last night."

"It's fine." Richie yawns, running a hand through his bed head before shovelling corn flakes into his mouth.

"How was New York? How was Eddie?" Maggie asks as she starts to make herself and Wentworth some breakfast. Wentworth walks in and starts to make the three of them some coffee.

"New York was good...Eddie's good." Richie replies, shoving more food in his mouth before swallowing and continuing with," I agreed to help him raise his baby so, surprise...you're technically grandparents."

The two go completely silent and freeze with what they're doing. Richie chews slowly on the last of his breakfast as Maggie turns to him with a wide smile, pink pyjamas and bathrobe complimenting her brunette hair. Wentworth chuckles to himself and continues to make the coffee. He's wearing something similar to his son, except he's wearing a light blue t-shirt and navy flannel pyjama pants. Richie is in a grey t-shirt and black pyjama shorts.

"So, are you together then?" She asks her son; wide grin still present on her face.

"What? No." Richie says with a blush, lifting the bowl to his lips and drinking the milk.

"So, you're raising a baby together, just as friends?" Wentworth asks, Richie nodding in response." How are you supposed to do that long distance?"

"Eddie is going to be moving in with me once the baby is born." Richie begins to explain, standing up and placing his bowl into the sink, washing it up so not to cause his parents any hassle." I agreed to help him raise his child because he needs the help...and I'm good with kids."

"What about your job?" Maggie asks, plating up hers and Went's eggs and toast, placing them down on the island and sitting down.

"What about my job?" Richie asks, leaning against the counter and facing his parents once Wentworth has handed him his coffee. Wentworth then sits down beside his wife, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"Well, you're a comedian, Rich. Quite a famous one...and you have to travel a lot for that job. You are always in meetings, and you're going to be writing a lot, and you won't have any time for a baby." Wentworth begins.

"Not only that, Richie, but you've just come out and if in almost 6 months' time, you all of a sudden have a baby and are seen with Eddie when you aren't together then...people are going to talk, honey." Maggie adds as Richie opens his mouth to retaliate to what his dad had said.

"I'm 40 years of age, guys, I'll be fine." Is all he responds with, not being bothered to even argue with them. He didn't want to argue with them today of all days.

"We're just looking out for you, squirt, that's all." Wentworth says before taking a mouthful of egg. Richie nods, sipping on his coffee.

"So, when are you seeing Eddie again, then?" Maggie asks.