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a beautiful picture

The following morning, Zach stirs awake when a ray of sunshine hits his face and stretches. He feels up the bed for Jack and furrows his eyebrows when he doesn't. 

Zach sits up and pouts, confused. He stands up and heads into the bathroom. Nothing. He does his business and puts on a pair of Jack's shorts. He heads downstairs and hears the front door open.

He peeks at it. His eyebrows furrow when he sees Jack. "Jack?" He asks quietly.

The curly head greets him with a kiss. "Morning, beautiful. What are you doing here?" He questions.

"Where were you?" He pouts. "When I woke up, you weren't there."

Jack kisses him again. "I was just buying a few things before we left." He smiles. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it, sweetheart." He reassures.

The curly head heads into the kitchen and takes out the contents of his paper bag into the kitchen island. A picture frame and a brand new shaving machine and ground coffee.

He starts the coffee pot and opens the bag of coffee as Zach tries to piece together the weird shopping he did.

"Care to explain?" He asks.

Jack shrugs. "I thought they'd need it."

"A picture frame and a shaving machine?" His eyebrows furrow.

He nods and fetches a piece of paper and a pen to write. Zach watches him write, yet to solve the puzzle. As soon as he's done writing, he puts it back in the bag.

Jack then writes on a separate piece of paper something that went along with the frame.

"Are you seriously not going to tell me?" He whines.

He nods. "I'm sure you can understand why I bought it." He ruffles his hair.

Zach tugs him closer by the shirt and pouts. "Tell me, please."

"Think about it, Master in Classics and English." He kisses him sweetly.

The brunet hums deep in thought as Jack keeps making them coffee. A shaving machine for his grandparents. He can deduct that it would be his grandfather using it, but he uses razors... and with the shaving machine—he furrows his eyebrows, and it hits him.

He wraps his arms around Jack's waist. "I got it." He announces.

The curly head turns to him. "Give it to me." He combs his lover's hair with his fingers.

"If my grandpa uses a shaving machine, he won't nick his skin, and he'll continue to shave without being scared of hurting himself." He smiles.

"Ding ding ding." Jack pecks him.

"I love you for that, you know?" He pouts. "It's incredibly sweet of you."

Jack smiles. "I love you." He places another kiss onto his lips.

Zach hums. "And the frame?"

The curly head shrugs. "You'll see it one of these days."

***

Francesca tugs Zach to her bedroom. She sits him down on her bed and sits by his side. The two look at each other in the mirror.

"Do you remember how when you were a little boy, you'd come here and beg to put my jewellery on you?"

Zach chuckles and nods. "I even put on your heels when you weren't home." He admits.

"Oh darling, I knew." She chuckles and sets a hand over his. "In a way, I always knew you'd be... different."