Title: Comfort Author's Note: Not beta'd Condom: Jennifer
Debbie woke to find Emmett sitting in the kitchen surrounded by swatches. "Em, it’s fucking three in the morning!" "Creativity doesn’t punch a time clock." "What the hell’s so urgent that you can’t wait until a decent hour?!" Emmett looked up at Debbie with tired eyes. "It’s times like these that I miss Vic the most." Debbie’s heart broke a little. "Maybe I could help." Emmett sadly smiled. The anxiety, fear and uncertainty written all over his face. "I know what you need." Hours later they enjoyed warm homemade cinnamon rolls from Vic’s recipe. "Thanks, little brother," Debbie sighed as they took their first bite. |