Title: Family Man
Character/s: Gwaine, Leon, Original Character
Summary: Gwaine goes to bed a renowned, world-traveling photographer and wakes up with a hangover and a family.
Warnings: Modern AU
Word Count: 925
Prompt: #238 - Unexpected
Author's Notes: Based on the movie The Family Man.
The sun woke Gwaine up.
The bright, hot, offensive sun; the fiery ball of gas whose light Gwaine had specifically designed his flat to keep out. It was bad for his photos and, more importantly, for his beauty sleep.
Gwaine rolled over in bed, throwing a pillow over his head as he muttered a curse on whoever had been careless enough to leave the shades open. It had most likely been him; the pounding in his head signified the beginning of a hangover that he wasn’t looking forward to getting to know better. He tried to step back through the previous night, beginning with him falling into bed and ending with… A party? Whose? What for? The thinking aggravated Gwaine’s headache so he abandoned chasing the thought for now.
The only thing he knew for certain was he’d ingested a lot of alcohol, a truly heroic amount, and he would be paying for it for the rest of the day.
Maybe even two.
Gwaine resigned to sleep off the initial portion of his hangover and made himself comfortable in the center of his bed.
The throbbing pain in his head had almost lulled him back to sleep when the bedding shifted and a warm body slipped into bed and curled up at his side.
Gwaine grinned, lifting his arm to let the male body position itself closer to him. He didn’t fully recognize the voice but it was familiar and rough, most likely from a lack of sleep and an excess of sex. Gwaine wished he could remember what they’d done to make his bedmate sound so deliciously worn out.
“I was,” he said, turning blindly towards the body. Curls hit his nose, soft and smelling faintly of honey. “But I think we could do even better.”
Gwaine slid his hand over a clothed shoulder and back onto the nape below the curls. His bedmate laughed, bringing soft lips and beard close to his own.
“Don’t get too excited,” the increasingly familiar voice warned. “Lexi’s already up.”
Gwaine yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Lexi?”
Gwaine’s eyes shot open and he recoiled from the warm embrace when he saw Leon looking back at him.
“Our daughter,” Leon said again calmly. “She’s six, dark brown hair, takes after you far too much?”
Gwaine moved back and back and back, putting more and more space between himself and the insanely calm Leon. They had been cuddling seconds ago – Gwaine kissed him! – and Leon didn’t seem like he thought anything was wrong. Not that Gwaine was adverse to be kissing Leon but that was something that he gave up a long time ago. Before his photography career took off, before he moved to London and away from Camelot.
Definitely before there had been any talk about kids.
“We have a daughter?” he gasped.
Leon rolled his eyes. “I expected this reaction at some point in time but once we got through nappies and the terrible two’s I thought we were in the clear.”
Gwaine tried to breathe but it was difficult. He felt like the pillow sitting on his chest was made of lead. He couldn’t catch his breath. He couldn’t make sense of what was happening.
He was real. He could tell by the way his lungs burned and his head throbbed.
Leon was real. Gwaine had felt his warmth when they were cuddled together.
But the world? It was extremely doubtful.
Rapid footsteps sounded outside the bedroom door and Gwaine saw the room for the first time. He wasn’t in his flat. This wasn’t his bedroom with his blackout shades and an expansive bed with soft, excessive thread count sheets. This was a bedroom he’d never seen before with off-white walls and a handmade quilt thrown over the duvet. The sun was shining in through the open curtains, casting a harsh light on everything Gwaine didn’t understand.
The footsteps, small feet on a wooden floor, grew closer to the bedroom door at a rate Gwaine wasn’t prepared for.
“Please tell me you bought her Christmas present yesterday like you said you would,” Leon whispered, leaning closer to the very edge of the bed where Gwaine was perched.
A small girl with dark brown hair and green dinosaur pajamas threw open the bedroom door and took an impressive leap into the middle of the bed between Gwaine and Leon. Her smile was wide and bright and she grabbed onto Gwaine’s arm as Leon kissed her hair.
“Today is December 18!” Lexi shouted. “There’s only seven days left until Christmas!”
“That’s right,” Leon nodded, brushing her hair back before looking up at Gwaine. “But we have our tree and cookies and presents. Everything is ready?”
The question was conveyed on a stealth-level of subtle and clearly directed at Gwaine. He nodded, not knowing what else to do. Leon smiled and kissed Gwaine chastely, making Lexi sigh dramatically.
“It’s not time for kissing,” she said, working her way between them. “It’s time for breakfast!”
Lexi grabbed Leon’s hand and led him out of the room, the two of them discussing breakfast meats as they left Gwaine alone in an unfamiliar space. He looked around, searching for any clue as to where he was, or if ‘where’ was even the right question to ask. He picked up the framed photo on the bedside table showing what looked like a birthday party; Lexi in the middle of a smiling Leon and himself.
They looked like a family.
“What the fuck happened last night?”