Dirk sat at the kitchen table, his hand pressed to the phone in his ear. "No, I don't want the damn tulips to be red white and blue. I just want a fireworks show for my family. That doesn't include flower arrangements, pal. I can do the rest, just get here with the permit and a video of your last show and I'll tell which ones I want then." He sat back and brought his hand up to his eyes. He rubbed them and ended with a pinch to the bridge of his nose. "Fine, fine. I'll see you then." He sighed and pressed a button on the phone, then pulled it out of his ear. Getting up, he realized what time it was and began to make breakfast. It was to be a country breakfast with country ham, bacon, eggs, biscuits, gravy and of course, grits. It didn't take Dirk long to be covered in flour and to have every burner on the stove going, as well as the oven baking. During all of this culinary madness, he even managed to squeeze a few oranges.

The puppy in the master bedroom stirred lightly and grumbled in his sleep. Quinn rolled over once his arm reaching out to lie across Dirk's chest, but when no warm fianc? was found he rolled himself the other way. Again his found only more cold sheets and he groaned unhappily. It was about then that some amazingly wonderful smells touched his new super senses. One eye opened hesitantly and then the other. It was a disappointment to wake up alone, but in the few short days as a Lycan he had learned the signature of his lover?s heartbeat, and it was beating somewhere not too far away. Getting out of bed Quinn looked down and scoffed, "Good morning to you too." Pulling on a pair of boxers he wandered into the bathroom to answer the morning call of nature

Dirk smiled pleasantly as he stirred the grits one last time. The pot was set aside to let the residual heat carry over and finish the side dish cooking time. A cast iron skillet was placed onto the empty burner and he lightly lined it with a pat of butter and a fork. "Hey babe, how do you want your eggs?" Oh yes, Dirk was very aware that Quinn had risen, and woken up as well. His attention turned to the bacon and he lifted the crispy strips onto a paper plate covered by a paper towel to wick away the excess grease. Using a pot holder, Dirk lifted the cast iron pan used to fry the bacon and poured some of the hot oil and drippings into what would end up being the egg pan. The used skillet was set aside. He'd clean it himself; too many times he'd seen beautiful skillets ruined by a dishwasher. "Oh, and baby, fireworks guy is coming over at 1, is that alright?" He turned from the stove and looked around the kitchen. The table was set romantically with a vase of freshly picked flowers, bright blue chinaware and polished silver utensils. Napkins, to match the plates were bright blue with white napkin holders. To one side of the vase of flowers stood the pitcher, with fresh orange juice in it. Two wine glasses stood beside each place setting, both filled with Quinn's favorite morning drink: a mimosa. Yes, it was perfect, just like he wanted everything to be for Quinn.

"Unfertilized." Out of the bedroom and scratching at the tiny patch of stubble below his navel. Time for a wax apparently. Turning down the hall he followed his nose to the kitchen. One would have assumed he was following the smell of breakfast, so when he bypassed the table and headed straight to Dirk his real intention was made apparent. A nuzzling of his cheek to the crook of Dirk's neck while he spoke. "Over easy." A deep breath was taken, clearly scenting his better half. "Yes, and Michelle Maria and Quinn will be here later today. Michelle was taken aback when I informed her I'd be picking her up; I think she assumed we had a driver." A shake of his head over the spoiled ex. "She?s getting soft I tell you." He reached over and picked up his Mimosa with a smile, his ring gently struck the stem and made a wonderful clink. This prompted staring at the ring for a moment with a far off look and a goofy grin. Back to reality Quinn rushed and leaning against the counter he smiled. "This is all so perfect."

"Oh for heaven's sake, will y'all just get a room?" Eli appeared in the doorway as Dirk was kissing Quinn. He made a face and scratched his crotch. He was wearing Dirk's favorite black drawstring pants and nothing else. "Shorely smells awful good in here, what's for breakfast?" Licking his chops and picking the oversized garments out of his ass crack, he moved across the kitchen.

After the returning of the affections Dirk showed him his head snapped in the direction of Eli. Hand opened and glass was dropped. Apparently his reflexes heightened with senses, because before the glass could hit the ground Quinn?s arm shot out and caught the glass. Mimosa was everywhere, but, Quinn didn?t seem to notice. His mouth hung open and he stared a moment before speaking. "We have a room here, you do not, which begs the question if we have a room, and Genny has a room, and you did not sleep in our room, who's room did you sleep in you scamp?" Quinn was ultra protector, looking out for his adorable little human.
Dirk's jaw dropped when Eli came into the kitchen. How the hell did he miss that little detail when he got up in the morning? Dirk removed the glass from Quinn's hand and refreshed it with orange juice before getting a tea towel to clean up the mess from the table and the floor. As Quinn put the hooks onto Eli, Dirk listened. He pat Quinn's shoulder and nodded his agreement, he wanted to know, too. "And where did you get my pants from?" Dirk shook his head in frustration. "Ah, never mind, keep them. Just go wash your hands before you sit down to my table." Dirk shook his head and began mumbling under his breath as he went to fix Quinn's eggs.

"Hey, whut d'ya thinks I am?" With the tone of their voices, Eli took the advice and went to the sink to wash his hands. "I slept on th'couch. And Genay let me into y'all's room t'find something t'wear." He turned off the faucet and grabbed a paper towel. "I wouldn't do Genay that way. She's too special." Pulling out a chair, he straddled it then sat down. "She's very special."

"I would hope you won?t be "Doing" Genny anyway yet!" Yes he made finger quotes, and got up and washed his hands quickly before he too was scolded by the ravishing den mother. While he washed he spoke: "But yes, you are a hundred percent right, Genny is very special. I?ve never met anyone like her." He nodded and watched the reaction for Eli. He had to gauge every response as if it was telling him a story. He could have out and out asked what happened the night before, but that would be rude, and Quinn may be blunt and obtuse at times, he wasn?t ever rude on purpose.

"Baby, calm down." Dirk put his hand to Quinn's lower back. He didn't smell but the faintest hint of Genny on Eli, and definitely no sex had gone on. He'd know that scent a hundred miles away. "I'll pour more mimosas while you to have a chat." he smiled at them both and then went to the fridge to fetch the champagne. Dirk knew there was a reasonable explanation and was giving Eli the benefit of the doubt as to whether he told the truth or not.

"Oh good. Ive come off as a pretentious prick to Dirk's best friend and Genny's love prospect." Inadvertently, Eli had insulted Quinn something fierce, when he arrived in Rhydin Quinn didn?t take well to any of it. He was scared, and shocked and even disgusted by some of the things he saw. And yet here was this American the most repressed culture in the world, which was completely and totally accepting. What had that made Quinn? "Nothing happened. And don?t worry about the eggs. I'll be fine." He picked up a biscuit with his fork and set it on the plate, nudging it from one side to the other.

"Baby..." Dirk sighed and removed the skillet from the burner and placed it onto a cold one. Then he turned and went to Quinn's side, then behind him. His hands gently massaged Quinn's shoulders. "Hey, talk to me baby. Tell me what happened. No secrets, remember?" Leaning over, he planted a kiss atop of Quinn's mop of curls. "Please, baby?"

"I upset Eli. But it was because I assumed that when approached by supernaturalism for the first time it is met with resistance, maybe confusion. But apparently I am the only asshole who had that reaction. Apparently, my concern for your friend was insulting. And all it made me realize is that my initial reaction to RhyDin was foolish." A hand reached up and as if by instinct he rubbed at the back of his neck. He was still pushing the biscuit around on his plate.

Dirk listened and sighed softly when the story was told. "My love, don't beat yourself up. You had no way of knowing. And you were protecting Genny. Eventually Eli will calm down and realize that you're both on the same team." Dirk shook his head, bad choice of words. "He'll realize that you both care about Genny and what's best for her. I'm sure by dinner; he'll be back, hat in hand and ready to apologize." He kissed the corner of Quinn's mouth, and then stood back up. "And your reaction to Rhydin is nothing more than that. You've learned a lot and have gone through even more. Please, don't beat yourself up for being you. Because I love you, being you. Ok?"

Dirk smiled and slid his hands down Quinn's chest once his hand was from behind his head. "The Dragon is full of crazy people, Quinn. I used to hang out there a lot. Bunch of drama queens hangs out there, got tired of that scene." There was a soft chuckle and Dirk gently squeezed Quinn. "Don't worry about Eli; he has it bad for Genny. He'll be back. And he doesn't dislike you baby, he just took your concern for Genny as an insult to his intelligence. He's very smart and sensitive because of it. He just can't get out of this one horse town. So he's stuck sounding like a hick and having the mind of a genius. It's very frustrating for him."

"Alright, I won?t worry about Eli. But I don?t see this as going much of anywhere if he won?t leave this one horse town baby. Not my place, I just hope the two of them talk about things." His eyes went to Dirk and he smiled softly. Those quicksilver eyes seemed to just light up in the mornings early rays of sunlight. Quinn?s fingers tangling up with Dirks and squeezing gently.

"Good, then that's settled." Quinn's smile took his breath away and he had to inhale deeply to compensate. "Now try to eat something? That biscuit looks pretty lonely." Dirk's eyes closed and he turned his head to catch Quinn's lips against his own.