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Tommy could only stare with wide eyes at the disaster that was his kitchen as his exhausted mind tried to process what he was seeing. Several bowls were piled up in and around the sink, some overflowing with a grayish looking sludge, and others encrusted with a similar looking substance that was burnt. Plates of burnt pancakes and fruit littered almost every counter space. The island in the center of the kitchen was completely splattered in a chunky, bluish purplish substance that originated from the blender sat atop the marble surface.
"Daddy! You're home!"
Tommy turned around just in time to brace himself as his obviously regressed boyfriend came barreling into him. He emitted a soft grunting noise at the impact, arms automatically wrapping around the boy.
Well, the state of his kitchen was suddenly starting to make more sense now.
"Uh, hi, baby boy. Would you like to tell daddy why his kitchen looks like a tornado hit it?"
Evan pulled back with a grin on his face. His very messy face, now that Tommy was able to get a good look at him.
"I made us breakfast!" Evan's grin turned a little sheepish as he glanced over at the kitchen. "Sorry 'bout the mess. I was gonna clean it before you got home. But c'mon–" he grabbed Tommy's hand and began dragging him towards the dining area–"lemme show you what I made!"
On the dining table were two plastic plates stacked with pancakes that were covered in berries and absolutely drenched in maple syrup, two plastic bowls of lumpy oatmeal that had canned peaches and globs of almond butter on top, and two plastic cups with the same bluish purplish concoction that was splattered all over the kitchen island.
"And I didn't use the stove or any knives, neither! What do ya think, daddy?"
If Evan had a tail Tommy was sure it'd be wagging in excited anticipation for praise.
Tommy tiredly ran a hand down his face with a quiet sigh but still managed a smile for his boy.
"I think it was very sweet of you to make breakfast, cub. But next time, will you wait for daddy to be home to do it together? Even though you didn't use any knives or the stove, doesn't make it any less dangerous for a little boy to be in the kitchen all by himself."
The excitement on Evan's face dimmed. "Oh... am I in trouble, daddy?"
Normally, on any other given day, Tommy would say he was. He would send Evan into timeout, then have him help Tommy clean the kitchen from top to bottom. Today though, Tommy didn't have the energy to go through with all that. Maybe that wasn't the best move to make as a caregiver, but he just didn't have it in him right now to be strict. That twenty-four hour really took it out of him, and now all he wanted to do was take a six hour nap with his little boy. Besides, it really was sweet that Evan wanted to make breakfast for the two of them despite his headspace and the fact that Tommy knew he'd gotten back from a long shift late last night as well. Regardless of the outcome, Tommy couldn't help feeling endeared by the whole thing.
They could deal with the kitchen and... food, later on.
"No, you're not in trouble, little bear. Not this time. You are going to help me clean up the kitchen later, though. Understand?"
Evan immediately nodded. "Yes, daddy. I'll help clean up!"
Tommy smiled a little wider this time. "Good boy."
Evan preened at the praise, wrapping himself around Tommy again.
"Are we gonna eat now?" Evan asked, voice slightly muffled by Tommy's shirt.
Tommy's eyes flickered over to the table with a grimace. "How about we eat later, sweetheart? You have to be feeling pretty sleepy after all that cooking so early, hm?" He said, starting to run a soothing hand up and down Evan's back.
"Mmm, yeah, guess so." Evan yawned, before lifting his head just enough peer up at Tommy. "You're not just sayin' that 'cause you don't actually wanna eat it, right?"
A spark of guilt lit up Tommy's chest, but he didn't let it show on his face.
"No, of course not, baby. I love your cooking, of course I want to eat it. Daddy's just really sleepy and could use a nap before we do that."
"Oh." Understanding washed over Evan's face. "Can we nap together, daddy?"
"That was the plan, baby boy." Tommy pressed a kiss to Evan's forehead, eliciting a giggle from the boy.
"Why don't you go wash your face, then grab Mr. Tux and get in bed, pumpkin? Daddy will be there just as soon as I put away our breakfast."
"M'kay, daddy." Evan gave Tommy a chaste kiss on the lips before pulling out of his arms. "Hurry, please!" He exclaimed, turning on his heel and darting through the living room towards the hallway.
Tommy just smiled and fondly shook his head as he watched his boy go. Once Evan was out of sight, he turned back towards the table's contents and exhaled a deep sigh out through his mouth. Unless Evan woke up big later, Tommy was sure he'd be choking down at least half of the food the little boy made later on.
Well, that wasn't something he was going to think about right now. Right now, he just wanted to get this taken cared of so he could go cuddle his baby boy and sleep.