Who: Waverly Earp & Ben What: MARRIED When: Relationship Confusion Where:Ben's Their place Warning: Nah Status: Completed GDoc
When Ben woke up that morning, he rolled over onto his back, rubbed both hands over his face, and then moved to sit up. The spot next to him was empty, and it looked barely slept in, which meant he must have done something to piss his wife off. No doubt she was at her sister’s place. He just groaned and rolled his eyes before tossing the covers back to get out of bed. He hated when she did this, and he didn’t understand why she just couldn’t sleep on the fucking couch if she were that pissed.
He used the bathroom and took a quick shower before getting dressed and made his way to the kitchen to make some coffee. Ben looked at his phone while he waited, checking to see if she had left him any messages to clue him in, but there were absolutely none. The coffee finished brewing, and he poured himself a cup, drinking about half of it before he left the apartment for his wife. Dressed in a pair of grey sweats and a matching tank top, he made his way to Wynonna’s apartment and knocked at the door.
“Waverly, I know you’re in there. Whatever I did, I’m sorry. Now come home so you can make me breakfast. I’m fucking hungry.”
Waverly woke up in her old room at Wynonna’s apartment. Why she was there, she couldn’t remember, but Ben had probably pissed her off again. It was usually the reason she went back to her sister’s, other than to babysit. Still, she couldn’t remember what Ben might have done so confusion was her best friend as she got dressed, brushed her teeth, and basically accomplished her morning routine.
She was braiding her hair when she heard the knocking on the front door. Wynonna must have taken Alice out since no one else shouted to answer it…and if Ben had done something Wynonna definitely would have wanted to answer it.
Waverly opened the door with one brow lifted. “I can make you breakfast? You are perfectly capable of pouring a bowl of cereal.” But she stepped out of her sister’s apartment to head for theirs.
“Look, I don’t even know what I did wrong. You didn’t text me, leave me a note, or anything.” Ben sighed and followed her back to the apartment. “Maybe I don’t want to eat cereal, Waverly. Why is it too much to ask that you make me breakfast? You’re my wife. You’re supposed to take care of me.” Why did it seem like this was an argument they were constantly having?
He unlocked the door to their apartment and pushed the door open, letting her walk in first. “You know, I really hate it when you just leave like that. What if something happens to you one day, and I wake up thinking you’re at your sister’s, and I just don’t bother to get you?” The odds of that happening were slim, but there was always a possibility for anything.
“Because you know how to make your own breakfast, Ben.” Waverly chuckled as she said that. “I’ve seen you make waffles in the toaster oven. And the regular toaster.” She smiled as she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek then walked into their apartment.
“It’s cute you think I believe you’d never come after me.” She grinned as she shook her backside at him. If nothing else, he’d miss this ass. But Waverly just laughed as she made for the kitchen.
“To be honest, I don’t remember why I went to Wynonna’s so it must not have been anything big. Maybe you were just snoring again.” She began to get out the things to make homemade vegan pancakes.
“Just because I can, doesn’t mean I should have to.” He pointed out with a shrug and gave her a look when she shook her ass in his direction. Ben hurried up behind her and smacked her rear, his arms going around her to hold her tight to his chest. “If anything ever happened to you, I would have to set the world on fire, and then you’d be mad at me, so let’s not do that anymore.” He whispered against her ear, kissing along her neck.
He pressed his face into her hair and took a deep inhale, instantly feeling calmer. If he wanted her to make breakfast, he needed to let go, but he was reluctant to do so.
“You keep saying stuff like that and you’ll have to do everything for yourself.” She gave a throaty chuckle as she leaned back against him. “And I mean everything. I’m not obligated to do squat for you just because I married you.”
Waverly turned in Ben’s arms so she could give him a soft, reassuring kiss. “I’m fine, honey. I don’t know what happened or why I was at Wynonna’s, but I’m fine.”
Ben couldn’t help but groan and grumble under his breath when she said she wasn’t obligated to do anything simply because she was his wife. He wanted to point out that it was exactly how it should be, but that was due in part to growing up in such a society. The wife was supposed to take care of the house and her husband while her husband went off to work every morning. He didn’t dare open his mouth to complain, though. Or she wouldn’t make him anything at all.
His hands moved down her back and cupped her ass when she leaned into him, looking down at her with a soft smile. “I can see that you’re fine, although it is a little disconcerting that you can’t remember why you left.” It wasn’t the end of the world, but he really hated waking up to an empty apartment. “Do we have any plans for today?”
He was always so handsy, but Waverly saw into his heart. And so long as Ben kept his hands to her and no one else, she was just fine with that.
“You know how this place is. Weirdness is every day.” She just rolled with it. It was easier than trying to figure out the whys of everything. “No plans. You?”
Waverly wriggled to be let go so she could actually make breakfast before he started whining again.
Ben paused in thought and just shrugged a bit, trying not to let it worry him. He knew that she wasn't lying to him, but her answer was unsettling. "No. Just work." He muttered in reply as she parted from his grasp and moved to pick up his coffee from earlier. He finished it off and leaned back against the counter, arms folded across his chest as he watched her closely.
Complacency could be dangerous. What if there were other forces at play? "Are you working?" He found himself hesitant to be apart from her currently. What if something happened while they were apart?
“Nope,” Waverly quipped. “Got the night off. So I can be there to make sure no one gets too handsy with you.” She grinned. While she would never ask him to switch jobs, she was possessive and unapologetic about it.
Waverly tried to hide the soy milk she was adding to the pancake batter. Ben had a seriously unhealthy attachment to anything that came from something that said Moo.
Sometimes he thought about changing jobs, but he made some good money stripping, and he didn't want to give that up. "Okay, sounds good." He agreed with a nod. Ben was so distracted by his thoughts that he wasn't paying attention to what she was putting in the pancakes. It was the only downside to being married to her. She was vegan. Luckily for him, he was still allowed to eat whatever he wanted. She just wouldn't always cook it for him.
He glanced over at the clock on the microwave and released a sigh. "You haven't seen or heard any Russians around. Have you?" Ben would forever be paranoid that they were coming back for him, or that Vought would find him and lock him up in isolation, putting him to sleep for however long. There weren't many things in life that scared him, but those were his biggest fears.
“Nope. No Ruskies.” She smiled on her way to the stove with the pancake batter in a bowl, kissed Ben on the cheek then continued on. “Except for that one with the jewelry store, but she hasn’t been very outgoing lately.”
Waverly caved a little to throw some chocolate chips into the batter to make up for the soy milk…which Ben probably wouldn’t notice, but she felt a little guilty for sneaking it.
“So I was thinking we should have Wynonna and Doc over for dinner soon.” It was her never ending quest to get her sister and Ben to be civil if not friends. Doc was also part of that equation, but he at least behaved for Waverly’s sake.
"I hate that fucking bitch," Ben scowled in disgust at the mention of the woman whose name failed him. At the suggestion of inviting Wynonna and Doc for dinner, he turned to look at Waverly with a raised brow. Whenever they attempted to get together, it seemed like things went to hell in a handbasket all too quickly.
"Look. I have tried, time in and time out, to be nice to her, and nothing ever works. Why do I have to keep bending over backward to please her?" Ben complained and glanced over her shoulder at the pancakes, his stomach starting to growl. "I treat you well. Don't I? I really don't understand why she hates me so much."
“You hate most people, honey,” Waverly pointed out. She only says that a half dozen times a day at least. It amused her anymore. He didn’t have to be like her and find something to like in everyone she met. Nobody could be like her. She knew it and didn’t expect it.
She giggled as she began to flip pancakes. “Because you love me and I like having my sister around?” Waverly smooched the air in Ben’s direction. “You treat me just fine, sweety and I tell her that all the time.”
“Look, it’s not my fault that the world is full of assholes.” He replied with a shrug and a sigh of defeat, figuring there was no point getting into it. “Whatever you want, Waverly. I promise to be on my best behavior and not threaten to throw her out a window this time.” Ben turned to look at her with a smirk and went to grab some plates and forks to set out on the table. “When are you thinking of having them over?” Maybe he could conveniently fake sick or something. However, it would only delay the inevitable.
He made himself another cup of coffee and poured one for Waverly as well, setting it down by her place at the table. Eager to dig in, he grabbed the syrup from the cabinet and sat down at the table.
She knew that smirk all too well. She also knew how her husband's mind worked. Waverly stepped in front of Ben to smile up at him. “I don’t know yet. It’s just an idea at this point. And you don’t get sick so don’t try to fake it.” Then she tapped him on the nose before she went back to finishing pancakes.
“You do understand that I give her the same requests I give to you, right?” Because Wynonna was just as vehement in her dislike of Ben as he was of her.
His jaw dropped and he looked at her in awe when she said about him not faking sick. How the fuck did she know? "I would never do such a thing and I'm appalled you would even suggest that." Ben replied with a huff, pulling together what he hoped was a convincing performance. "Just let me know when, so I can make sure I'm working that night."
Honestly, Ben didn't really care one way or the other about it. He didn't think Waverly was being unfair in her request. "I have no idea what the two of you talk about, Waverly. If she wants to hate me forever because I'm too charming, that's not my fault."
Someone should inform Ben that wives know everything. But she’d also witnessed him ditch work a few times with the “I’m sick” excuse.
Waverly chuckled. “I’ll make sure Kenny clears your schedule that night.” Because Kenny liked her more than he liked Ben.
The too charming bit made her laugh and she almost dropped the plate of pancakes. “Oh my god! Sit down and eat your pancakes!” She managed to set the plate on the table, kissed Ben on the cheek then ruffled his hair. “Love you.”
“God dammit.” Ben groaned in protest and poured an ample amount of syrup over his pancakes. “Must you ruin all my fun?” He sighed dramatically, cutting into his pancakes. He shoved a forkful into his mouth and looked at her with a raised brow as he chewed. Something tasted off, but he couldn’t put his finger on it, and it wasn’t like she could poison him or anything.
He finished off the plate of pancakes in a matter of seconds and pushed the empty plate away from him. “That was delicious. I really wish I had some bacon to go with it. But, I guess we can’t have everything.”
“Good!” A sly smile came to her face. “Then I’ll make pancakes with soy milk from now on.” And with that, she ran from the kitchen, laughing.
Ben looked at her with wide eyes, and his jaw dropped. “You son of a-” he growled and stood from the table swiftly. “Get back here!” He called after her and ran in her direction to grab her from behind. “Now you’re really in for it. Running away from the scene of a crime is a felony.” He teased playfully, covering her neck and shoulders in kisses.