I Didn't Want This Either | Gavin Reed x Reader

Lazy Day

Saturday, October 31st, 12:02 am

Your Home

You let out a yawn, stretching your arms up and above your head until they hit the headboard. A warm comfort sat over your limbs, and a golden sunlight filtered in through your open window alongside a light breeze. It was Halloween, you knew that well, and you were more than grateful that you weren't one of the unlucky weekday-working officers who had been called in for the day. You let your eyes stay shut, your blankets warm and heavy, as the last traces of your slumber dripped from your form and a contentedness replaced it. At this rate you felt like you would never even bother getting out of bed, you were truly more relaxed than you had been in days. Today you planned on doing positively nothing, giving yourself a long needed break to spend the day by yourself, all alone, doing whatever you wanted without anyone else to bother you-

"Good morning, Detective." your eyes whip open, you bolt upright, and you let out a shriek. With a frantic glance around the room, your gaze lands on Nines and you force your nerves to settle. He looks rather amused by your sudden terror, his LED blinking blue and a small smile on his face. 

"Jesus Christ, Nines!" you gasp out, having completely forgotten that he had come home with you instead of Gavin the night before, since Elijah had invited himself over instead. 

"I didn't mean to startle you." Nines apologizes with a small nod, "But I made you breakfast and thought I'd come by to see if you were awake. I should have knocked." you let a hand rest on your forehead momentarily, your eyes falling shut again, before your racing heart returned to a regular enough pattern and you forced in a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. The comfort of the Saturday morning returned, and you let a smile cross your features. 

"Thanks, Nines, it's okay. Just spooked me a little." you let out a chuckle, and register the tray balanced in Nines' hand with expertise and total balance. Atop is a plate of some sort of delicious looking pastry covered in sliced almonds and powdered sugar. You also see a mug of what you assumed to be coffee, and an assortment of fruit, the centerpiece being an apple carved, cut and arranged to resemble a swan. "Holy shit, you can cook!" You move to remove your blanket and stand, then realize you weren't wearing any form of pants. Your face goes red and you pull the blanket back, smiling awkwardly. "Uh- if you'll wait in the kitchen I'll be there in a minute." He nods his head and steps away, shutting the door and speaking through it,

"I was wondering if Detective Reed could stop by. He says, and I quote, 'I can't stand another moment in this house with that shitty-ass, egotistical, fuckwad of a man I call my brother'." you grin at the way Nines' voice shifted into a perfect replication of Gavin's voice. His impression was spot on. You also don't recall having ever heard Nines swear before, at least not so excessively.

"Yeah, that's fine!" you call back as you pull a pair of fuzzy pajama pants from your drawers, slipping into them easily and heading for the door. "When'll he be here?" grabbing the handle, you twist it and open your door as your question leaves your mouth. Nines replies from the kitchen.

"He would like to know if he can come over now?" arriving in the kitchen, you give Nines a nod in reply and slide into one of the bar stools centered around your kitchen island. You stare down at your food in awe, glancing it over in more detail now that you were up close. With how long you had slept in, there was no doubt plenty of time for Nines to create a masterpiece, and a masterpiece he created. In one of your mundane, single-colored mugs was a rich coffee that gave off the smell of pumpkin. With whipped cream, Nines had somehow created the shape of a ghost, much in the Halloween spirit. "I hope it's up to par. I've made you a Cinnamon Apple Bostock, a sweet and crunchy pastry dish with roots in Normandy, France."