Troye woke up the next morning, wrapped like a burrito in the blankets. Jacob was nowhere to be seen but a little yellow post it was on his pillow. Troye got a sick feeling in his stomach, in the movies and in books that meant the other person was gone, something or someone better preoccupying them.
But not in Troye's little fairytale. The note told him to come down for breakfast with a little heart draw under the words.
Troye smiling crashing his head in the pillow to stop the smiling from growing further and cracking his face. How did he get so lucky.
He got out of bed and went to the bathroom in his room, relieving himself and brushing his teeth before he headed downstairs and into the dining room where Jacob was just about done setting the table.
"Good morning love!"
Jacob pecked his cheek and Troye was sure he was in some weird dream. Like in the movie Coraline when she walks into the parallel universe and everything is happy and colorful and a little out of place.
"Did you make all the pancakes in the house?"
Jacob looked at the pile and hummed rocking back and forth with his hands behind his back.
"I thought we could just hang out all day, be a little lazy, talk about our relationship, no charity ball talk and just eat pancakes."
Jacob took his hands out from behind his back and showed him four cans of whip cream. Troye instantly lightened up and pulled out a chair.
"Deal!"
Jacob laughed and set the cans down on the table, he pulled out his own chair, across from Troye and smiled happily as he watched Troye take pancakes and put them on his own plate.
"Thank you for breakfast Jacob."
Jacob nodded, grabbing his own pancakes and drizzling hot syrup on them, Troye drenching his in whip cream.
"Do you like living here Troye?"
Troye was chewing a mouthful of pancakes as he asked and his eyes looked at him widely as he nodded before swallowing.
"Yes, do you?"
Jacob looked around the empty mansion, he let everyone off for the week so him and Troye could have alone time.
"Yes but don't you think it gets a little too big at times, sometimes I feel like the hallways never end and the ceiling is seventy five feet high."
Troye took a sip of his water and contemplated what Jacob said. Was he upset that this held so many memories or was he just lusting after a normal life.
"Are you saying you want a smaller mansion?"
Troye could only picture Jacob in a mansion, in a fancy car, and up until recently he could only ever picture him in a suit.
"No, not a mansion at all. I would like a house. A nice home with a big lawn and a backyard, maybe a pool, maybe not I don't know."
Troye could see Jacob now with a thin shirt on mowing their lawn on a Sunday morning, maybe taking the shirt off if it got too hot. That's something Troye would pay money to see.
"I say go for it, follow your heart. You wouldn't sell this place though, just buy another?"
Jacob nodded eating his pancakes at a quick pace, maybe the idea of moving was giving him an energy boost.
"I could never sell this place, it's too valuable, this is going to be passed down to my children, plus I have Elf and all my other horses here."
Troye never really thought about kids, now the image changed, Jacob was still shirtless of course but now they were in their backyard, Jacob jumping into their pool and holding his arms out for one of their children to jump into, their child laughing out in happiness as Jacob tickled their tummy. Troye would of course be holding another child of theirs, putting on their floats as they struggled to try and get out of his arms so they could jump into daddy's arms too.
