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Alex wakes up as the sunlight comes creeping through the blinds. A photo of Alex and Henry in London on the day of their wedding sits on the nightstand. Taking a moment, Alex looks at the photo as the day breaks in the bedroom. He remembers that moment, the first same-sex couple to kiss on the balcony of Buckingham Palace.
Mary had wanted them to skip the kiss, saying the public wouldn’t support them, but Philip had gone to bat for the two of them. Threatening to abdicate if Henry and Alex weren’t given the same treatment as he and Martha had. It’d been one of the first moments over the past nine years that Alex had found himself grateful for Philip.
Rolling over he finds the other half of the bed empty. With a frown on his face, he slips out of bed. Sliding on one of his NYU law sweatshirts and a pair of pajama pants, Alex checks the bathroom. Seeing it empty as well, he decides to head out of the room. Padding downstairs Alex finds him in the kitchen with two mugs of coffee.
Finding his significant other in the kitchen, Alex smiles softly. “I woke up and you weren’t there,” Alex pouts as he walks over to the coffee machine. Alex hated waking up alone.
The other man smiles as he hands Alex the second cup of coffee. “I thought you’d forgive me if I came up with coffee. Many apologies hun,” he apologizes. Leaning in, he kisses Alex softly, wrapping his arms around Alex. “What time do you have to go in today?” He asks taking a look at the clock.
“I stayed late enough last night, I can probably get away with staying home until ten. Do you have time to actually do breakfast?” Alex asks. It wasn’t often the two had a morning together. Between their jobs, any morning spent together often meant rushing out the door. Alex’s job kept him there late into the evenings, and he had a complex about not being treated like the president’s son, so he insisted on coming in early. Even though his mom had been out of office for two years, and Alex had been at the ACLU for over a year, his work ethic never died.
Taking a glance at the clock, the taller man double checks. “If I leave here at nine, I should still make my 10:30 meeting.”
Leaning in, Alex pulls him in for a kiss. Letting it get a little heated, he lifts Alex up and sets him on the counter. Coffee mugs set on the counter, Alex loses himself in the kiss for a couple of minutes. It’s David’s barking that finally tears them apart. “I’m coming I’m coming.” Alex groans hopping off the counter. “Want to start some eggs while I take him out to do his business? I’ll make bacon once I come back.” Alex offers.
“I’ll be here when you get back.” He agrees easily.
“Thanks babe,” Alex says. Pulling on his coat, he gets the leash. Taking David outside, Alex is scrolling his phone as David pees on the tree, when it begins ringing. Recognizing the number immediately he answers.
“Hello, this is Alexander Fox-Claremont-Diaz.” He answers. Alex goes numb at the words on the other end. He hangs up in a daze and turns back towards the house.
Still in shock, he lets himself back into the brownstone. His hands are shaking as he unclips David. Trying to take a moment to steady himself, Alex takes a few shaky breaths.
“I sure hope that’s you and not a burglar.” The voice calls from the kitchen and for the first time Alex realizes he has no idea what to say. The sound of footsteps follow until the other man is standing in front of Alex, joking tone gone as the next words come out in a panic. “Alex, what happened?” He asks taking the coat and leash from Alex’s shaking hands.
Still in disbelief, it takes a moment for Alex to process what’s happening before he can say anything. “Henry woke up.”