Okay, someone who reviewed this said I was making Danny and Matt old! Well, they're really only 26, which isn't old, and believe me, they're still plenty hot, so don't worry, they're still young...well, at least in my mind!
It was windy, cold, and downright nasty outside. The snow was
blowing, and we were supposed to be expecting ten inches by the
morning. Businesses were already closing down, and I had been told upon
leaving work earlier that day not to bother coming in tomorrow. I
wasn't complaining. Matt still wasn't home, and I was assuming that was
because the line of cars five stories below our apartment had moved
approximately two feet in the last half hour. I was busy making dinner
with the radio on, listening to the same weather report every ten
minutes, interrupted by rock music.
Just as I was spooning out food onto plates, I heard a key in the door. I stopped what I was doing to walk towards the entranceway of the apartment and found a person who I assumed to be Matt standing in the doorway, attempting to shut the door behind him.
I looked at him with unhidden amusement. He was covered in snow from head to toe, occasionally interrupted by patches of bright red skin where he hadn't been covered by a scarf or hat. "Well, Mr. Abominable Snowman himself has come to visit me! I feel so special! Come in and sit down, Mr. Snowman, I just finished making dinner. Oh, feel free not to melt all over the wood floors. Stepping in cold water with socks on is not the most pleasant experience."
My sarcastic comments were returned silently as Matt stepped forward and gave me a big, cold, snowy hug. "I'm so happy to see you, too," he grumbled.
"Jackass," I muttered, trying to brush snow off my sweatshirt before it melted. "So, is it cold out there?" I asked, with an innocent grin on my face.
"Oh shut up and take all this crap," he said, throwing his hat, scarf and coat at me with a small smile creeping onto his face. "What's for dinner?"
I hung up the snow covered garments as Matt took off his boots and coat, then headed to the bedroom to change out of his work clothes. I followed him and said, "Spaghetti, carrots, and there might be some applesauce in the refrigerator." At his expression, I held up my hands and replied, "Hey, you're the cook around here, not me."
He sighed and shook his head. "I really have to domesticate you. I'll get your sister over here to help."
"My sister? The one who has Ben staying home with the baby and doing his work from home while she works outside the home? That one?"
Matt laughed and pulled a sweatshirt over his head. "Okay, so maybe we'll get Ben over here so he can teach you how to cook."
"Because I'm so sure he'd be thrilled teaching his gay brother-in-law how to cook," I teased.
"Okay, you win. I'll just try to be home in time to cook dinner from now on. Now, is there any way you can turn up the heat?"
"A little cold, sweetie?" I teased. "Did you really get that snow covered walking from the taxi to the apartment?"
"Well, the cab driver's idea of 'close' was about a block away. So, yes, I walked a block and I can guarantee you I still will be this cold tomorrow morning."
I laughed and said, "Well, dinner will be about as cold as you if we wait any longer, so how about we eat, and then we'll work on warming you up."
Matt quickly agreed to that idea, and, after eating and cleaning up the kitchen, we sat down on the couch to see what was on television.
We settled on a weeknight comedy show and Matt curled up next to me, pulling the blanket that was folded over the back of the couch onto his lap. He was still cold, but then, the apartment was a little on the cool side, even with the heat on.
"Are you going to work tomorrow?" I asked.
"They told me to call tomorrow morning to see if they need me. Usually if things are bad, only the people who live close come in. Living a half hour away doesn't really constitute as close, so I'm thinking I won't have to."
"That'll be nice. We can have a night to ourselves, then," I said, as I felt Matt rest his head on my shoulder.
Suddenly, he sat up and straddled my lap. Leaning close, he whispered in my ear, "Oh, yes, because your Abominable Snowman definitely has some interesting ideas for activities."