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I'll Be There

Sorry I haven't been uploading for a week, I've been on vacation and haven't had the time to publish. It's my brothers birthday today so I'm not gonna post but I promise I will post tomorrow

Tomorrow:

"Oh, Connor, you're already here." Heidi said, opening Evan's door, finding the two wound around each other, blinking in the morning sun. Her eyebrows were raised. "I didn't hear you come in last night."

Connor gave Evan a look of slight panic before turning back to Heidi, still groggy. "I, uhh, I came in through the window."

"The second story window? In the middle of the night? On the coldest night of the year so far? So cold, in fact, that icicles formed on the roof of the patio and snow fell? That window?" Heidi crossed her arms. "Evan, really, you shouldn't be encouraging this reckless behaviour."

"Mom, really, he was carefu-"

"Regardless of how careful you were Connor, you should know that that was dangerous. That's it, you're getting a key to the house, you're never to come in through the window again, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Heidi." Connor looked scared, and Evan hadn't heard his mother speak to anyone like this since he was a kid. He had to assume this was her 'nurse voice', the same way some people had a 'customer service voice'.

"Now," she paused, took a breath, and looked up, eyes clear of that worry and anger. "Who wants pancakes?" She smiled.

Evan's eyes sparkled, and he was immediately in motion.

And, oh my god, if watching Evan throw on a jumper and run down the stairs at the prospect of his mother's pancakes wasn't the cutest thing he had ever seen Evan do.

"No, no, Evan, I don't need you to help me, I want to cook it all. Come on, let your mother cook you one meal while you're home."

But Evan was already chopping potatoes, grinning at Heidi. Connor was sitting at the table with a cup of tea in hand, laughing a little at the mother and son interacting in front of him. Heidi was tugging jokingly at his arm, laughing as much as Evan, before leaning up to kiss his cheek. "This is the only job you're allowed to do, I really want to do this myself."

"Sure, mom." But there was a an edge to his smile that told Connor that he was not going to stop helping. Heidi turned back to the roast she was preparing. They looked so happy together, and there was a part of Connor that yearned for this kind of relationship with his own mother. But it was too far gone, at this point. He had to build something else with her now, and hope it was nearly as fulfilling.

And then, all of a sudden, there was flour everywhere, as even moved on from propping potatoes to making bread, and dropped the bowl of flour all over the bench. It went everywhere, all over Evan's face, clothes, hands, dust settling in his hair, the only part of Evan that wasn't completely white was his lips, now resting open in shock.

And Connor couldn't help but let out a surprised laugh. Evan's eyes darted to him, panic seemingly in his eyes, and Connor closed his mouth, and got ready to apologise and comfort, he blinked, and something soft but solid hit the side of his face and seemed to explode over his shoulder. He opened his eyes to find flour in the air much closer to him now, and white covering his face.

"Oh, no, you did not."

Evan stuck out his tongue and brushed some of the flour off himself, getting ready to run. And Connor was up, grabbing handfuls of flour from the bench, hurling them at Evan, grinning, and the other by throwing handfuls back. Finally Connor gained enough ground to vault over the bench to his boyfriend pulling him in and pressing a measly handful into his hair.