Midnight Manor Private Residence, Tuesday Afternoon

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Today was Pie Day. No, not Pi Day, which was legally distinct and had been back in March, but a very specific anniversary of the baking of a very specific pie.

And what better way to celebrate the making of a pie than by... making pie to enjoy for dessert later tonight?

The ingredients were laid out, the recipe book was turned to the appropriate page, and the cat had been provided with a catnip toy to keep him busy and hopefully out from underfoot while they worked.

"I do believe that's everything," Watts said as he pulled the spices out from the cupboard and lined them up with the rest of the ingredients.

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"I do believe that one is a team effort," Watts replied.

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"I'll accept that," Steven said. "Thank you."

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"Our home," Watts said, no small amount of wonder in his voice. "That's still- I shall never tire of that."

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"Like our family?" Steven guessed. "It's what amazes me."

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"Both," Watts admitted. "They're both- a source of great joy for me. To have- someplace I belong."

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"Very much so." Steven wrapped an arm around Llewellyn's waist. "You belong here. With me, Marc, Raphael, our home..."

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They had a pie to make, yes, but Watts was just going to take a moment to lean in to Steven, dropping his head on his beau's shoulder.

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Steven hugged Llewellyn close. "You're home. With your family."

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Watts sucked in a long breath, holding tightly on to Steven as he let those words wash over him, let them sink in.

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Steven hugged Llewellyn with both arms, holding him tight in return. "Your home. With me."

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"With you," Watts echoed. "Always. You won't- you won't leave."

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"Never," Steven promised. "If we do, we always come back."

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Another long breath, as Watts tried to get his emotions under control. "Thank you," he murmured.

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Steven rubbed Llewellyn's back. "Take your time. Not going anywhere, remember?"

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"I don't quite know what came over me," Watts admitted.

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"It's all right," Steven said. He kept rubbing Llewellyn's back. "We all have moments like this. It's a good overcome though, yeah? Happiness?"

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"Happiness," Watts affirmed. "And relief."

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"Good," Steven said. He pressed a kiss to Llewellyn's cheek, still holding him close. "You deserve to feel both, my love. They're yours."

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"I love you," Watts sighed. "So very much."

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"My dearest, Llew," Steven said. "Love of my life."

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"Love of my life," Watts echoed happily. "My darling, my rare one."

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"My lovely Llew," Steven said. "My partner."

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"Shan't ever tire of that either," Watts said. And okay, technically it was an extension of being family, but it was also- also its own wonderful thing.

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"My partner," Steven said, because it wasn't like he tired of that being true either. "Keeper of my heart."

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"My greatest treasure, right there," Watts told him.