Solangelo One Shots (fluff)

Story LXXI

!WARNING! Alcohol is involved this story, not in a necessarily bad way, but it is a prominent theme

Will moved about the kitchen, his hips swaying to the light music playing from the CD player, an apron tied around his waist, and a sponge in hand.

He swiped down the counters with the damp sponge, taking his time to clean everything off. He hummed along to the tune as he rinsed his hands off and placed the sponge back in its holder.

It was pitch dark outside, around nine at night. Was that kind of an absurd time to be baking something? Maybe, but Will didn't think much of it. Nico was out and he was bored so he decided to whip up his staple apple pie recipe.

He also knew it was Nico's favorite, his husband always fell weak at the knees when Will made it.

Will grinned at the thought of his husband, wiping his hands on a towel and moving to gaze at the still cooking pie. It was browning nicely and smelled heavenly and he couldn't wait for the face Nico would make when he finally took a bite.

Speaking of Nico, Will's phone rang. Will frowned slightly. Why was Nico calling him? He was supposed to be out with co-workers enjoying dinner and drinks.

Will knew Nico didn't particularly want to go, but he encouraged him, thinking it would be a great opportunity to bond with people.

Will swiped the answer button, bringing his phone to his ear.

"Hey, hun," he said cheerily, stopping the timer on the oven as it rang and reached for the oven mitts, pinning his phone between his ear and his shoulder as he bent down and took out the pie.

"Will!" Nico exclaimed from the other side of the line, his voice a little too enthusiastic to be normal. Will furrowed his brows as he placed the pie on the stove and reached to turn the oven off.

"You alright, Nico?" Will asked, amusement slipping into his tone.

Will heard shuffling and muted voices from the other end, there was what sounded like clattering and muffling.

"Neeks?" he asked nervously.

"Hi!" a bright cheery voice answered him that was most definitely not his husband.

"Uh, who is this? Where's my husband?"

He could tell the person who had the phone wasn't speaking into it, but he could hear what was said. "Husband! Guys Nico does have a husband!"

Will stood with his back pressed into the counter, trying to figure out what in tartarus was going on.

"I swear to all the gods, Piper, give me my phone back!" Now that, was his husband. There was more clattering and clinking.

More shuffling and angry grumbles passed and then Will was greeted with a very aggravated sounding Nico breathing into the line.

"Everything alright over there?" Will asked, amused.

"Just my co-workers being jerks," he mumbled and he sounded so vulnerable. "I miss you," he whispered.

Will chuckled and grinned, his heart warming. "I miss you too, Nico, but you've only been gone for a few hours," Will moved to the kitchen bar and sat on one of the stools, putting the phone on speaker before resting his head in a palm, staring at the phone screen dreamily.

"I know," he drawled, lengthily. Oh, so he was drunk, yeah that would explain it. "But I really miss you Will. Wanna hold your face and squish it," he mumbled and ok he was really drunk.

Will snickered. "Thank you, honey," he mused.

"Mh," Nico hummed and then there was more prominent talking from the other end. "Oooh yeah, here pass me another," Will assumed he was talking to a coworker and then he realised it was probably about another drink.