The Alpha And The Omega 3

Chapter 91

(A/N)

Happy Easter, everyone!

SHALL WE DOUBLE IN HONOR OF THE CHOCOLATE BUNNIES/RESURRECTION OF JESUS?? (depending on who you are-- No judgment either way)

DOUBLE IN FIVE (assuming you said yes-- If not I withdraw my statement)

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Avi was in the kitchen, making Kirstie a congratulatory cake from scratch, the way she liked them.

He found that as time went by, he continued to get more and more covered in flour, sugar, and other kitchen ingredients.

Scott came running through the kitchen once, with a pink towel in his hands. He came back about ten minutes later, the towel still in his hands.

Avi stuck his foot out behind him as a joke, but Scott was in such a hurry that he didn't see it, and tripped, only to fall flat on his face on the cold, kitchen floor.

Avi flipped around, wide eyed. "Oops, shit I'm sorry. Fuck, are you okay?"

Scott hadn't even quite comprehended what happened, but he jumped up and started running again.

Avi grabbed his arm roughly. "Scott, are you listening to-- Fuck, you're already bruising."

Scott flipped around quickly. "What? Where?"

Avi pointed at Scott's wrist, on the hand that wasn't holding the towel, that Scott had tried to catch himself with.

Scott just shrugged. "Doesn't matter." And then he took off running again.

Avi didn't even bother trying to catch him, but rolled his eyes and turned back to the cake he was making.

Perhaps it would be helpful to go back a little...?

Just after Alex left Scott and Mitch's room with Jake, Mitch frowned at Scott.

Scott leaned down and kissed the protruding lip, thinking he was being cute, but frowning when Mitch still looked sad when they pulled apart. "What's wrong, Sweetie?"

"I want a bath too."

"Well, why didn't you just say so?" Scott asked happily, quickly standing up and scooping Mitch off of the bed in his arms.

Mitch giggled loudly, grabbing onto Scott's arms for safety. "You're so barbaric. You carry me around so much, sometimes I worry that I'll forget how to walk."

"Oh, sorry..."

"No reason for it. I hate walking anyways."

Scott chuckled a little, setting Mitch carefully on the counter, before turning to start drawing the bath.

Mitch went through the liberty of undressing while Scott did this, and when Scott turned back around, he reacted as if the wind had been knocked out of him.

After he caught his breath, scanning Mitch's body up and down, he grabbed one of Mitch's hands. "You are so, tremendously gorgeous. Sometimes I can't even believe it."

Mitch giggled a little, staring into Scott's kind eyes. "Thank you."

"God, I love you so much. I could stare at you for years." Scott replied honestly, leading Mitch toward the bathtub and helping him into the water carefully.

Mitch sat down gracefully, and then grinned up at Scott. "Are you coming in?"

"Not today, baby. I was just going to shower and call it a day. Unless you really want me to...?"