Mishy (Scomiche)

Chapter Five

Thank you guys all so much for being so supportive with this fic. I struggled a lot with where to take this chapter, but caesarlester is the best, and she helped me out, so big shout out to her! Please leave lots of votes and comments because they're so motivational, and I love reading them a lot. Again, thank you, and enjoy!

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They spend most of the day eating cake and watching cartoons. Scott is pretty sure it's not Mitch's favorite way to be spending his birthday, but he doesn't seem bored or upset. Eventually, Bailley begs them to have a tea party with her and they comply because, really, who could say no to her?

It's nice, and Scott hopes that Mitch will go along with what else he has planned, knows this entire day has been pretty spontaneous.

Kirstin shows up around six, knocking before walking right in. Scott gave her a key ages ago. He watches as Mitch's eyes widen at the new intruder.

"Scotty," she calls, sets her big bag on his armchair before strutting over to him in her high heels. She opens her arms, hugs him tightly. He realizes that everyone else has been silent since she's got here, just watching.

Then Bailey screams, "Aun' Kirs'ie!" She hops off the couch, and wraps her little arms tightly around Kirstin's legs before she's being lifted up into the air.

"Hey, Bailey! I haven't seen you in forever!"

"What are you here for?"

"I'm gonna be watching you tonight, baby."

Scott smiles at them, glances over to Mitch who seems overly confused at this point in time.

"Oh, Kirstin, this is Mitch. Mitch - Kirstin."

They greet each other with quiet hello's, and then Kirstin is being urged to Bailey's bedroom because she has to see my big girl bed, Dada.

Scott turns to Mitch when they're gone, grins sheepishly. "So, uh, you're probably confused and that's my fault. I wanted to be a little spontaneous and I managed to get a table at Kaplan's Kitchen if you wanted to have dinner with me."

"Kaplan's Kitchen? Seriously?"

"Is that a problem?"

"No! Not at all - just, that place is really nice."

"It's your birthday."

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They take an uber to the restaurant because Scott isn't sure if they'll be drinking or not, and he doesn't want to have to leave either of their cars at the restaurant. Bailey bids them goodbye, and it's thankfully not nearly as emotional as Scott had expected. Apparently she misses Kirstin more than she'll miss them.

When Scott gives his name, he's surprised when they set them up in a quiet booth in a corner. He hadn't even bothered with a reservation, since Mitch's birthday had snuck up on him, but he was able to call his friend Avi while Mitch and Bailey were in the kitchen and beg for a table. Avi had pulled some strings, joking that if a guy was important enough for Scott to call in, he could definitely get them a table. Scott had blushed profusely.

They order some wine and agree to share an appetizer while they wait for their entrees. It's pleasant, and they just talk about their lives and work, and Scott thinks he learns more about Mitch in the first twenty minutes of his birthday dinner than he's learned in the past few months.

"You seriously grew up in Texas?" Mitch asks, giggles quietly as he takes a bite of his dinner.

"Yeah! I'm a little Texas boy." He smiles, "I'll be honest, I love my family and the little town we grew up in. I made a lot of friends there, and my time in high school was pretty good, but sometimes I wish I would've grown up somewhere else, you know? Texas was so weird, I didn't even realize how closeted I was until I got out of there. It wasn't fun to find out that I gay when I was eighteen and alone in college."

Mitch frowns, his eyes trying to reassure, soothe him. And then he's giving him a sweet smile, "I highly doubt you were alone in college." Mitch giggles, "a newfound gay in the land of experimenting? Not to mention, your bubbly personality and killer looks? If you were alone, the whole gay community needs to seriously step it up."

Scott smiles gently, feels heat dusting his cheeks and hopes it's not noticeable. "Stop," he says, all force behind the word absolutely nonexistent.

Mitch only smiles brighter, "never."

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They talk, eat, and drink more during dinner. Scott manages to cut himself off after two glasses of wine. He has to actually work tomorrow, and the guilt that would overtake him if he went home drunk to Bailey is almost too much to even think about. Mitch drinks on, though, gets to about four glasses. He doesn't seem very tipsy, and Scott thinks it's a little wild how well he seems to hold his alcohol, but he only seems a little buzzed, and he's a grown adult capable of making his own choices, so Scott doesn't question it.

They opt to share dessert - a delicious chocolate cake that has their mouth watering just at the description. Scott almost loses it when their forks clank together and their knuckles brush. The warm lights in the restaurant have Mitch glowing, and it's all a little overwhelming.

They finish their dessert, and Scott pays the bill. It's not cheap, per se, but Scott has the money, and more importantly, it's for Mitch.

Mitch slides out of the booth first, bundling himself up in his coat, and Scott follows shortly after. He had phoned an uber right before he payed, and it's waiting outside for them when they make their way through the grand doors. Scott holds the door open for Mitch, lets him slip into the car first, and then he's inside too. It's comfy and private, and Scott loves how this whole night has felt.

Mitch gives off his address, and the car starts the short travel to his home. They don't talk during the drive, let the soft lull of the radio settle between them. Before Scott even realizes, they're pulling down Mitch's street.

When the car stops, he smiles at Mitch, whispers, "I'll walk you to the door." He slips the uber an extra twenty to stay for the next five or so minutes and hops out of the car to grab Mitch's door.

He offers his hand and Mitch takes it with a sheepish smile and... a blush? They stay connected, their fingers intertwined, as they walk up to Mitch's front door.

They stop at the front, just staring at each other softly. Mitch breaks the silence first, with a quiet, "thank you." He smiles, starts unlocking his door and turns his attention back to Scott when he's finished. "Thank you so much for tonight. It was really sweet. I don't even know how you managed this entire date but thank you."

Scott blanks, feels the blush creeping up his neck because - date? He hadn't intended for it to be a date, didn't want to risk their professional relationship, considering Mitch is his nanny. But if Mitch thinks it's a date - hell, if he likes the date - then maybe Scott should go along with it. He smiles, remembers he's supposed to be having a conversation, "of course, Mitchy. Anything for you."

And then Mitch is sighing happily, a smile still gracing his pretty lips, and he's leaning forward, propped up on his tiptoes as his hand leaves Scott's to settle on his broad shoulder, and he presses a soft kiss to Scott's cheek.

Scott knows his eyes are wide while Mitch's soft lips are pressed so gently against his cheek. It's a long kiss, gives him time to calm down a bit before Mitch pulls back. He's got a beautiful smile on his face, and his eyes are soft, and his cheeks are pink.

His hand reaches for his front door, pushes it open, and he escapes inside with only a quiet, "night, Scotty."

Scott only blinks back, eyes locked on the closed door as his hand reaches up to touch the spot where Mitch kissed him.