Title: Let It Snow
Character/s: Gwaine, Leon, Original Character
Summary: Stuck in a situation of his own creation, Leon decides to let it go.
Warnings: Modern AU
Word Count: 975
Prompt: #291 - Let it snow
Author's Notes: Follows With a Little Help From My Friends and Thanksgiving Homework but reading the previous ones isn't required. Gwaine is temporarily living with Leon and his daughter.
Leon looked up at the sky as they turned the corner.
It was snowing, a light, gentle fall of snow that had started when they left the ice rink. Leon hadn’t expected it to snow despite the slow but continual decline in temperature over the last few days. If he’d thought about it – considered it, planned for it – he would have brought a hat for himself and an extra coat for Grace.
He would’ve even considered postponing the outing which, in hindsight, would’ve been a poor decision.
Grace had had a wonderful time at the ice rink. It was a perfect night for skating and by happy coincindence a few of her friends and their families had also chosen tonight to visit the rink. It was one of Grace’s favorite winter pastimes, made all the better by the added presence of her friends and Gwaine.
Leon looked to Gwaine walking beside him, carrying Grace in his arms as she clung to him in her sleep.
Gwaine had been living with them for 112 days.
Yes, Leon was counting.
112 days was already more than any vague number of days which Leon would consider “temporary.”
In the normal rotation it was rare for Gwaine to stay anywhere for more than a month but for all intents and purposes, the rotation had completely broken down. Gwen and Lance were making plans to have her dad to move in with them, both for their benefit and his, and it was unlikely that Arthur and Merlin would lose any of their newly engaged glow to make Merlin’s flat a viable option any time soon. With Percy giving up his flat to go to culinary school and Morgana being intermittently out of town for months at a time, it was starting to seem like 112 days of Gwaine living with them was just the beginning.
Gwaine could also see that the rotation was on its way out. To his credit, he had started to look for a place of his own but Leon expected he would need time to find something suitable which he was happy to oblige.
112 days wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things.
It was less than the number of days they’d lived in the states: 547
Less than the number of days he’d been married: 1573
Less than the number of days since Grace was born: 2692
And far, far less than the number of days since he and Gwaine became friends: 4935
It seemed like the least Leon could do to let him stay 112 more days.
He looked to Gwaine again when Gwaine stopped to shift Grace’s weight so he was better supporting her.
“Do you want me to carry her?” Leon asked. “She is my daughter and I know she’s not as small as she used to be.”
“No, it’s okay,” Gwaine said, taking care to talk away from Grace’s ear. “We’re less than a block away. Besides, I think she’s comfortable.”
Leon smiled, both in thanks and at the understated meaning of Gwaine’s words. Grace was comfortable with Gwaine and they were both getting comfortable with having Gwaine live with them. Grace enjoyed having someone else at home to talk to, someone else to recruit into her games, someone who occasionally sided with her on non-critical issues. Leon liked knowing someone was at home on days when he couldn’t pick Grace up from school, someone he could trust to keep her safe, someone who occasionally flirted, quite literally, too close to the line between friends and something more.
It would be an understatement to say that Leon had conflicting feelings about Gwaine.
There had always been attraction. It was Gwaine; attraction seemed inevitable for a majority of the population. Leon hadn’t expected his attraction to resurface with a renewed strength even in the face of continual and repeated exposure to Gwaine in various states of dress over the last few months.
If he’d thought about it – considered his past feelings, planned on the added widower guilt – he would have forced himself to put a definite end date on Gwaine’s stay.
He might’ve even not agreed to let Gwaine stay in the first place.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
Gwaine was looking up, most likely at the sky where the moon was breaking through the cloud cover, giving a shimmer to the snow that fell around them. Even without a hat and an extra coat for Grace, even if one or all of them came down with a cold in the upcoming days, Leon could agree that the snow made their perfect night all the more beautiful.
“It really is. Too bad Grace is sleeping; she loves the snow.”
Gwaine gave Leon a brief odd look before gesturing at the building. “I was talking about being home but yeah, now that you mention it, the snow is really pretty.” He took it in for a moment before flashing Leon a grin. “I still can’t wait to get inside and have a hot shower and a hot toddy.”
Leon laughed. “That does sound good.”
“Which one?” Gwaine asked.
The suggestiveness was heavy in Gwaine’s voice and his gaze warmed Leon more than the indulgences he had planned. It was obvious that they would have to talk about it one day, make a decision, and define what was happening but Leon didn’t want to have that talk tonight.
Not when they were already out without a hat and an extra coat.
“Both,” he said, taking a moment to revel in the light of Gwaine’s smile.
They went into the building and got into the lift with a few other residents. Leon stood closer to Gwaine than usual, whispering as to not wake Grace, even after the others left and they were alone in the lift.
For now Leon was going to let it snow.