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As the first light of dawn trickled into the window of the small cozy farm house, Mike was already awake and brewing a pot of coffee. His mind was racing at the thought of what exactly was in store for him today. He felt a slight pang of guilt for how aggressive he was on the phone yesterday, it wasn't him nor was it in him to boss Stanley around. However, if it was going to get the male to talk to him, Mike would have to push the guilt aside.
With a mug of coffee in his hands now, steaming up and spreading the smell throughout the house, Mike traveled out onto the porch to wait for Stanley to show up as he had promised. He almost wasn't ready to see him yet, unprepared was a better word to use. It had been awhile since he had seen Stanley and he wasn't exactly sure how he would take seeing the love of his life standing before him again. Surely he would want to jump to the part where they make up and he can hold him again but it shouldn't be like that this time. That wouldn't fix anything.
His coffee was bitter on his tongue or maybe it was because he wasn't paying attention to it at all and his mind was too clouded to process the taste anyways.
The sound of tires filled the semi-silent void of the farm, tracking over the gravel of the driveway and parking in a patch of grass in front of the house. Mike's breath hitched in his throat knowing exactly who it was. He could identify the clean sliver Honda for miles, so shiny you could see the sun reflecting it off of it like a laser beam. The car door opened and out stepped Stanley, his face was grim but hopeful, stern but worried. Mike could tell- even from his place on the porch- that Stan had most likely stayed up all night as did he.
In Stan's arms was a large and quite frankly, over the top bouquet of flowers and as the man loomed closer they looked liked fresh white lilies and some others. The plants branched together beautifully and the colors popped under the soft morning sun. Stanley carried them with his head somewhat aimed toward the ground as if afraid to look Mike in the eyes once he had set a neat loafer onto the porch.
Mike had long since abandoned the coffee mug as it now sat on the ground at his feet, he stood now, regaining the height he had over the slim built male who's tow-colored curls were extra coiled today. The farm boy took a minute to absorb the moment, indulging in how the air around them now smelled of light lilac with a tinge of Japanese cheery, a lotion Stanley was fond of as Mike remembered.
A distant bird call was heard followed by the chirps of a few others but other than that the space was quiet and almost secluded to just the two of them. Neither of the men seemed to want to speak but as soon as Stanley looked up with his doe eyes, Mike could feel that strong love flood through him as it did the first time he had realized he needed Stan in his life. The same feeling he had felt when he had slid that sliver band on Stan's slender finger. He was so madly in love with Stan in that moment, it physically hurt him to the core and he just wanted to hold him and tell him that.
"Those for me?" He pointed to the flowers that Stan clutched between his bent elbow and his side. Obviously too lost to bring attention to them himself, Mike took matters into his own hands.
"Y-Yeah... I- It's pathetic I know."
Stan sounded frustrated and so Mike simply took the flowers from him, smelled them, then quickly slipped into the house to place them somewhere safe. Romantic gestures had always been Mike's thing and Stanley just hoped he had done it correctly. He tucked his hands in his pockets as he waited awkwardly for the sun-kissed man to return. His mind focused on the thought of his outfit instead- did this button down even match his straight slacks, was he even dressed appropriately?
"Flower field's that way," Mike pointed, "but you know that..You coming ?"
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