Title: The Email Order bridegroom, Chapter 19
Rating: G to this part
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Arthur's got a plan to stay in the United States. That plan is Merlin.
Warnings: Domestic fluff.
Word Count: 572
Author's Notes: This is a continuation of The Email Order Bridegroom which starts here.
Pendragon Construction is closed for Thanksgiving and Arthur’s declared he’s celebrating by not setting his alarm for the ass crack of dawn. He’s still asleep when Merlin extricates himself from their usual tangle of legs and arms to brew an espresso before putting together the ingredients for a pecan coffee cake.
He had done most of the prep work the day before, so the cake is in the oven in no time. He takes his coffee and the newspaper out to the patio but it’s actually chilly for a change so he beats a quick retreat back to the kitchen. The warm oven and enticing aromas of roasting pecans and vanilla are cozy counterpoints to the cool fall morning.
“Something smells delicious,” Arthur says from the doorway a few moments later. Merlin looks up from the newspaper, watching Arthur scratch his belly underneath the oversized pink T-shirt.
“It’s a coffee cake to kick off Thanksgiving,” Merlin says with a smile. “I’m hoping to embrace what seems to be an American tradition of start eating early and don’t stop until everyone passes out in front of the television. I’ve already made an acorn squash lasagna that can bake at the same time as your chicken and stuffing.”
“I had no idea you’d be such a gifted homemaker, Merlin. I like it,” Arthur says with an answering grin. “I assumed we’d probably go out to eat but this sounds a lot more relaxing and doesn’t involve getting dressed. We can catch up on How to Get Away With Murder.”
Merlin folds up the newspaper. “You’ve read my mind. Latte?”
“Actually, I wanted to ask you to show me how to use the machine. One of these days you’ll be off at rehearsals or on location and I need to learn to fend for myself,” Arthur answers, moving over to the cappuccino machine and fiddling with the buttons and frothing wand. “I know it’s not rocket science but I couldn’t get the hang of it and gave up.”
“Sure. I’ll walk you through it,” Merlin says moving to Arthur’s side and explaining the art of putting together a latte. Arthur’s a quick study when not reading a poorly translated manual and is happily sipping on latte number two as the timer declares the coffee cake ready.
They spend the morning curled up under a blanket on the living room couch watching Annalise berate her idiot students and incompetent associates through one crisis after another. When the mid-season finale’s credits roll Merlin wails “I can’t believe they’re leaving us hanging until February. What the hell are we supposed to do for three bloody months?”
Arthur laughs, “Just be thankful there’s fanfiction.” Merlin’s not sure if he’s joking or not.
Even though they haven’t done anything but laze about all morning, his body is clamoring for something more substantial than cake so Merlin declares “It’s time for Thanksgiving Part Two,” before heading back into the kitchen to preheat the oven.
“I’m stuffed,” Arthur groans. “I knew I shouldn’t have had that second helping of lasagna.”
Merlin laughs, “I warned you and now you don’t have room for the apple pie I baked.”
Arthur perks right up, “There’s pie?”
Merlin finishes loading the dishwasher before turning back to Arthur. “You really are going to end up passed out in front of the television, aren’t you?”
Arthur grins, “You said it yourself, Merlin, it’s tradition. Pie, please.”