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Early Morning Revelations (Romani Detective Original Fiction)
Title: Early Morning Revelations
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,367
Summary: Zayne wakes up alone, smelling something delicious. What he finds at the other end of the smells takes him by surprise.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words. I took the prompts of buttery and sweet because well, I have a sweet tooth. Oh, and fair warning: this gets mushy as hell.
There was the scent of coffee on the air, laced with something sweeter. Chocolate maybe, but he couldn’t be sure. Rolling onto his side, he glanced at the alarm clock and sighed. A few minutes past seven on a Saturday morning, there ought to be a law against getting up that early. Zayne slid his feet out from under the covers and set them on the floor with a disgruntled sigh. He had to find out what that amazing smell was.
At the last minute, he grabbed his discarded t-shirt from the night before and pulled it on over his bare chest. Zayne had no way of knowing if Zeklos was alone or not these days. He was pretty sure the damn narco was still here, Reyes thought that was the redhead’s shirt on the floor beside Zek’s jeans. But the girls – both Hilary and Trish – had taken to popping in without warning on the weekends. It had created a few awkward moments to say the least.
The closer he got to the kitchen, the more voices he heard. There was Zek’s heavily accented speech right alongside James’ brighter, less heavy tone. He thought maybe Trish was there, too, but maybe not. Whoever it was, she was definitely female. Stepping into the dining area outside Zek’s kitchen, Zayne stopped dead in his tracks. Zeklos stood at the breakfast bar, a redheaded baby on his hip. Blinking, his eyes shot around the room, taking in the ginger, his sister, Cecily, and the man he recognized as her husband. Robert, he remembered the guy’s name was Robert.
“Why wasn’t I invited to the party,” Reyes asked, taking a stool beside Zeklos. “And where’d you get the mini loaf of gingerbread, baby?”
“What?” Zeklos looked down at the baby curled against his side, sleeping soundly. “This is Jay’s nephew, Jacob.”
“Nice to see the red hair didn’t get completely lost,” Zayne yawned. “I thought you two er, three, were going to stay in Utah?”
Robert shrugged, a smile on his face. “James asked us to come down for a visit as soon as the baby was able to travel. We should have come sooner but…”
“But nothing,” James interrupted. “Everything’s so new when it’s your first. By the time the next comes, you’ll be traveling a week later.”
Cecily laughed and pointed a flour covered hand at her brother. “I wouldn’t bet on that, Jimmy.”
The white powder on her skin drew his eyes to the counter before her. A rectangle of dough was spread out on the counter before her, covered in a thick layer of butter. “Oh god, is that heavenly smell I’ve been inhaling cinnamon rolls?”
Grinning, Cecily nodded. “They usually take hours, but your partner’s oven is amazing. I can proof my rolls in half the time!”
Zayne gave Zeklos an inquiring look. “The bottom oven works as a dough proofer,” Andrej shrugged. “It has an additional setting to help the dough rise faster. The first batch is already in the oven, baking.”
“How long have they been here,” Zayne chuckled.
“Since five,” James groaned. “But it’s worth it, cowboy. My grandmother taught all the girls how to make cinnamon rolls and a million other baked goods. Trust me, you’ll not regret being out of bed so early.”
“I’m holding you to that,” Reyes grumbled, although there was a lot less heat to his words than there might have been. “Can I get some coffee so I don’t go back to sleep?”
James gave him the finger before turning to fill a mug for Zayne. Beside him, the little one started to fuss. His little fist was shoved into his mouth, tiny feet kicking against Zeklos’ side. Without even giving the baby a second look, Andrej raised the redheaded infant up so that his head rested against Zek’s shoulder. Instantly, Jacob settled back into sleep.
“How the hell did you do that,” Robert asked, awed.
“I’d like to know that, too,” Reyes echoed.
“Practice,” Andrej said, gazing down at the child he held. “I have three younger siblings and lived in a village full of children. There was always a baby needing to be quieted.”
“Sounds like home,” Cecily said. “Even so, you’re a natural.”
“That’s what I keep telling him,” Trish said, sliding onto a stool beside Zayne. “He’s got this comforting air, he can calm anyone down. Even this irrational idiot.” She elbowed Reyes in the side.
“Where’s Hilary,” Zeklos asked. “She’s still coming, correct?”
“Correct, Andrej,” she teased. “Maxwell said she’d be a few minutes behind me so no worries. Now, hand over the baby.”
Reluctantly, Zeklos handed Jacob over and leaned into Zayne’s side. “I’m sorry for not warning you,” he said. “But I was afraid you’d lock yourself in your room if I did.”
“It’s fine,” Zayne said, taking a deep whiff of the cinnamon and vanilla scented air. “Just as long as I get me some breakfast, I’ll call it good.”
“Ask and you shall receive,” Cecily sang, placing a plate with a fat cinnamon roll, dripping with icing, before Zayne.
“I like your sister more and more every time I meet her,” Reyes joked. Picking up his fork, he dove right in, damn near moaning when the decadent pastry hit his tongue.
“Like that, cowboy,” James drawled, hinting at something even more seductive than the pastry.
“What do you know,” Zayne shot back, “it’s almost as sweet as you, ginger.”
“Aw, but isn’t that sickening,” Hilary laughed, finally arriving. “But I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it if someone passes me one of those incredible rolls.”
Eventually, everyone was seated and eating. Jacob had landed back in Zeklos’ possession, snoozing happily across the Romanian’s lap. Idly, Andrej ran his hand along the infant’s back, gentle and smooth. He’d definitely had a lot of practice, Zayne realized, comforting the child was almost second nature. The sight of his partner holding a baby so naturally while sipping at a mug of coffee stirred something inside him, something he couldn’t understand. Tearing his eyes off Zeklos, he looked up to see Hilary staring at him. A soft, familiar smile was on her face, the one she used whenever he’d done something right. In other words, one he didn’t see very often during their time together. But he was seeing it now. He wasn’t sure why she was looking at him like that, but somehow, he figured he must’ve done something right or at least not completely screwed it up.
“More coffee,” he asked Zeklos, rising to refill his own mug.
“Please, Zayne,” Andrej replied, an indecipherable smile of his own sneaking out.
Nodding, Zayne took both mugs and headed into the kitchen. With his back to the dining area, he lifted the coffee pot from its warmer, thinking he ought to start another pot.
“Are you okay, cowboy?” James took the coffee from Reyes, topping off his own mug before refilling the two empties in front of Zayne. “You look a little… off.”
He shrugged, trying to push the odd feelings the morning had inspired to the side. “Not used to having so many people here,” he said. It was partly true. “And definitely not used to having a baby around.”
“Wait until he starts crawling,” James said, leaning against the counter. “He’s going to be hell on wheels and then he’ll be walking and our lives will be over.”
“Wait, our lives?”
James took a long sip of his coffee. “Yeah, didn’t I tell you? Trish and I managed to convince Cecily and Robert to flee Utah and move here.”
“That’s good, right?”
“It’s great, cowboy,” James confirmed. “At least for me it is. Andy seems happy about it, too. You though, you look like you just saw a ghost.”
“I’ll live,” he lied, unsure of what was going on with him. “I guess I can get used to a little one around these parts. Can’t wait until Rollins gets her puppy though. That’s going to be so much fun.”
“So much sarcasm so early in the morning,” Rosewood laughed. “Come on, there’s still one cinnamon roll left. I’ll fight you for it.”
Grinning, Reyes picked up both mugs. “You’re on, narco.”
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,367
Summary: Zayne wakes up alone, smelling something delicious. What he finds at the other end of the smells takes him by surprise.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at
1_million_words. I took the prompts of buttery and sweet because well, I have a sweet tooth. Oh, and fair warning: this gets mushy as hell.There was the scent of coffee on the air, laced with something sweeter. Chocolate maybe, but he couldn’t be sure. Rolling onto his side, he glanced at the alarm clock and sighed. A few minutes past seven on a Saturday morning, there ought to be a law against getting up that early. Zayne slid his feet out from under the covers and set them on the floor with a disgruntled sigh. He had to find out what that amazing smell was.
At the last minute, he grabbed his discarded t-shirt from the night before and pulled it on over his bare chest. Zayne had no way of knowing if Zeklos was alone or not these days. He was pretty sure the damn narco was still here, Reyes thought that was the redhead’s shirt on the floor beside Zek’s jeans. But the girls – both Hilary and Trish – had taken to popping in without warning on the weekends. It had created a few awkward moments to say the least.
The closer he got to the kitchen, the more voices he heard. There was Zek’s heavily accented speech right alongside James’ brighter, less heavy tone. He thought maybe Trish was there, too, but maybe not. Whoever it was, she was definitely female. Stepping into the dining area outside Zek’s kitchen, Zayne stopped dead in his tracks. Zeklos stood at the breakfast bar, a redheaded baby on his hip. Blinking, his eyes shot around the room, taking in the ginger, his sister, Cecily, and the man he recognized as her husband. Robert, he remembered the guy’s name was Robert.
“Why wasn’t I invited to the party,” Reyes asked, taking a stool beside Zeklos. “And where’d you get the mini loaf of gingerbread, baby?”
“What?” Zeklos looked down at the baby curled against his side, sleeping soundly. “This is Jay’s nephew, Jacob.”
“Nice to see the red hair didn’t get completely lost,” Zayne yawned. “I thought you two er, three, were going to stay in Utah?”
Robert shrugged, a smile on his face. “James asked us to come down for a visit as soon as the baby was able to travel. We should have come sooner but…”
“But nothing,” James interrupted. “Everything’s so new when it’s your first. By the time the next comes, you’ll be traveling a week later.”
Cecily laughed and pointed a flour covered hand at her brother. “I wouldn’t bet on that, Jimmy.”
The white powder on her skin drew his eyes to the counter before her. A rectangle of dough was spread out on the counter before her, covered in a thick layer of butter. “Oh god, is that heavenly smell I’ve been inhaling cinnamon rolls?”
Grinning, Cecily nodded. “They usually take hours, but your partner’s oven is amazing. I can proof my rolls in half the time!”
Zayne gave Zeklos an inquiring look. “The bottom oven works as a dough proofer,” Andrej shrugged. “It has an additional setting to help the dough rise faster. The first batch is already in the oven, baking.”
“How long have they been here,” Zayne chuckled.
“Since five,” James groaned. “But it’s worth it, cowboy. My grandmother taught all the girls how to make cinnamon rolls and a million other baked goods. Trust me, you’ll not regret being out of bed so early.”
“I’m holding you to that,” Reyes grumbled, although there was a lot less heat to his words than there might have been. “Can I get some coffee so I don’t go back to sleep?”
James gave him the finger before turning to fill a mug for Zayne. Beside him, the little one started to fuss. His little fist was shoved into his mouth, tiny feet kicking against Zeklos’ side. Without even giving the baby a second look, Andrej raised the redheaded infant up so that his head rested against Zek’s shoulder. Instantly, Jacob settled back into sleep.
“How the hell did you do that,” Robert asked, awed.
“I’d like to know that, too,” Reyes echoed.
“Practice,” Andrej said, gazing down at the child he held. “I have three younger siblings and lived in a village full of children. There was always a baby needing to be quieted.”
“Sounds like home,” Cecily said. “Even so, you’re a natural.”
“That’s what I keep telling him,” Trish said, sliding onto a stool beside Zayne. “He’s got this comforting air, he can calm anyone down. Even this irrational idiot.” She elbowed Reyes in the side.
“Where’s Hilary,” Zeklos asked. “She’s still coming, correct?”
“Correct, Andrej,” she teased. “Maxwell said she’d be a few minutes behind me so no worries. Now, hand over the baby.”
Reluctantly, Zeklos handed Jacob over and leaned into Zayne’s side. “I’m sorry for not warning you,” he said. “But I was afraid you’d lock yourself in your room if I did.”
“It’s fine,” Zayne said, taking a deep whiff of the cinnamon and vanilla scented air. “Just as long as I get me some breakfast, I’ll call it good.”
“Ask and you shall receive,” Cecily sang, placing a plate with a fat cinnamon roll, dripping with icing, before Zayne.
“I like your sister more and more every time I meet her,” Reyes joked. Picking up his fork, he dove right in, damn near moaning when the decadent pastry hit his tongue.
“Like that, cowboy,” James drawled, hinting at something even more seductive than the pastry.
“What do you know,” Zayne shot back, “it’s almost as sweet as you, ginger.”
“Aw, but isn’t that sickening,” Hilary laughed, finally arriving. “But I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it if someone passes me one of those incredible rolls.”
Eventually, everyone was seated and eating. Jacob had landed back in Zeklos’ possession, snoozing happily across the Romanian’s lap. Idly, Andrej ran his hand along the infant’s back, gentle and smooth. He’d definitely had a lot of practice, Zayne realized, comforting the child was almost second nature. The sight of his partner holding a baby so naturally while sipping at a mug of coffee stirred something inside him, something he couldn’t understand. Tearing his eyes off Zeklos, he looked up to see Hilary staring at him. A soft, familiar smile was on her face, the one she used whenever he’d done something right. In other words, one he didn’t see very often during their time together. But he was seeing it now. He wasn’t sure why she was looking at him like that, but somehow, he figured he must’ve done something right or at least not completely screwed it up.
“More coffee,” he asked Zeklos, rising to refill his own mug.
“Please, Zayne,” Andrej replied, an indecipherable smile of his own sneaking out.
Nodding, Zayne took both mugs and headed into the kitchen. With his back to the dining area, he lifted the coffee pot from its warmer, thinking he ought to start another pot.
“Are you okay, cowboy?” James took the coffee from Reyes, topping off his own mug before refilling the two empties in front of Zayne. “You look a little… off.”
He shrugged, trying to push the odd feelings the morning had inspired to the side. “Not used to having so many people here,” he said. It was partly true. “And definitely not used to having a baby around.”
“Wait until he starts crawling,” James said, leaning against the counter. “He’s going to be hell on wheels and then he’ll be walking and our lives will be over.”
“Wait, our lives?”
James took a long sip of his coffee. “Yeah, didn’t I tell you? Trish and I managed to convince Cecily and Robert to flee Utah and move here.”
“That’s good, right?”
“It’s great, cowboy,” James confirmed. “At least for me it is. Andy seems happy about it, too. You though, you look like you just saw a ghost.”
“I’ll live,” he lied, unsure of what was going on with him. “I guess I can get used to a little one around these parts. Can’t wait until Rollins gets her puppy though. That’s going to be so much fun.”
“So much sarcasm so early in the morning,” Rosewood laughed. “Come on, there’s still one cinnamon roll left. I’ll fight you for it.”
Grinning, Reyes picked up both mugs. “You’re on, narco.”
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There isn't much that's hotter than a cute guy who's also a baby-whisperer. :). And I'm not even all that maternal, lol.
Well done! So glad the prompt worked out. :)
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