Time Warp: Natural Twenty for a Natural Fifty
Sept 29, 2014 6:59:36 GMT -5
Post by Cecil Wathen on Sept 29, 2014 6:59:36 GMT -5
The tapas had of course been excellent, but not nearly so much as the company. Perhaps Cecil should have been able to predict that they would have spent far more time in their hotel room than they would in New York itself, but he certainly was not complaining. It was such a breath of fresh air to just be able to relax and spend time with his husband, free of work and dogs and other commitments. They didn’t even have to worry about cooking or washing up, and he was of course not at all complaining that most of their time within their luxurious suite was being spent in the truly superb bed.
Yes, he would definitely have to try to figure out a way to get a bed just like this in their home. Whilst their own bed was by no means poor quality or small, this one had well and truly ruined them for anything but the finest.
Cecil had slept in on Saturday morning, something that he very seldom did normally. If he wasn’t up early to walk the dogs he was up to go to work or simply to cook breakfast for himself and Ferris, but there was none of that today. He roused naturally around ten, and rolled over to embrace his husband and just lay there in utter contentment until the other man announced it was time to actually move. A part of him wished that every single morning could be like this, but after so many years he did love their routine. This was just a welcome change.
Eventually Cecil had got dressed, spurred on by the knowledge that the butler would be arriving soon to set things up. Curiosity spiralled into confusion and back again as the Welshman slowly sipped tea and watched as a seemingly endless stream of computer stuff was brought in and set up. It was baffling to the say the least, and the more Cecil tried to work out what the heck was going on, the more his mind kept looping back around to the same thing. Especially when he noticed that there was a webcam mounted on one of the monitors. When the butler eventually left them, Cecil met his husband’s gaze with a sceptical eyebrow raise. “I hope you’re not planning on trying to sell a home movie. Or if you are, I at least want a share of the profits.”
Cecil sat in the chair when directed to, still completely at a loss, brown eyes flicking from the assembled monitors to his suddenly phone-using husband and back again. When the monitors were switched on, and Cecil saw all the faces looking back at him, the noise that left him would not have sounded out of place coming from a six year old girl who’d just been given a unicorn.
Wide-eyed and staring at the screens with his hands over his mouth in stunned silence, Cecil was in utter shock. How the hell Ferris had managed to arrange this he had NO idea, and it took a long time for him to be able to find words. They did, however, eventually come flowing from him, his voice noticeably several tones higher than usual. “Oh my God, you’re all here! Oh God, I miss you all so much. Thank you, thank you!” The youngest of the assembled Wathen’s, three year old Eira who was Cecil’s niece and both Cecil and Ferris’ god-daughter, waved a plushie dog at the screen. “Hiya uncie Sess! I gotta doggie like Meefeet!” Cecil laughed warmly, brushing away a tear of joy that was pulling at the corner of his eye. “Yeah, I can see! You’re getting so big! Oh, I just wanna reach through and hug you all!”
Instead he settled for standing quickly, wrapping Ferris in a tight hug and muttering against his ear. “Thank you. Oh God, thank you so much. You’re the most wonderful person in the world.”
Yes, he would definitely have to try to figure out a way to get a bed just like this in their home. Whilst their own bed was by no means poor quality or small, this one had well and truly ruined them for anything but the finest.
Cecil had slept in on Saturday morning, something that he very seldom did normally. If he wasn’t up early to walk the dogs he was up to go to work or simply to cook breakfast for himself and Ferris, but there was none of that today. He roused naturally around ten, and rolled over to embrace his husband and just lay there in utter contentment until the other man announced it was time to actually move. A part of him wished that every single morning could be like this, but after so many years he did love their routine. This was just a welcome change.
Eventually Cecil had got dressed, spurred on by the knowledge that the butler would be arriving soon to set things up. Curiosity spiralled into confusion and back again as the Welshman slowly sipped tea and watched as a seemingly endless stream of computer stuff was brought in and set up. It was baffling to the say the least, and the more Cecil tried to work out what the heck was going on, the more his mind kept looping back around to the same thing. Especially when he noticed that there was a webcam mounted on one of the monitors. When the butler eventually left them, Cecil met his husband’s gaze with a sceptical eyebrow raise. “I hope you’re not planning on trying to sell a home movie. Or if you are, I at least want a share of the profits.”
Cecil sat in the chair when directed to, still completely at a loss, brown eyes flicking from the assembled monitors to his suddenly phone-using husband and back again. When the monitors were switched on, and Cecil saw all the faces looking back at him, the noise that left him would not have sounded out of place coming from a six year old girl who’d just been given a unicorn.
Wide-eyed and staring at the screens with his hands over his mouth in stunned silence, Cecil was in utter shock. How the hell Ferris had managed to arrange this he had NO idea, and it took a long time for him to be able to find words. They did, however, eventually come flowing from him, his voice noticeably several tones higher than usual. “Oh my God, you’re all here! Oh God, I miss you all so much. Thank you, thank you!” The youngest of the assembled Wathen’s, three year old Eira who was Cecil’s niece and both Cecil and Ferris’ god-daughter, waved a plushie dog at the screen. “Hiya uncie Sess! I gotta doggie like Meefeet!” Cecil laughed warmly, brushing away a tear of joy that was pulling at the corner of his eye. “Yeah, I can see! You’re getting so big! Oh, I just wanna reach through and hug you all!”
Instead he settled for standing quickly, wrapping Ferris in a tight hug and muttering against his ear. “Thank you. Oh God, thank you so much. You’re the most wonderful person in the world.”
