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The rain starts pouring when Bradley sets his foot outside the grocery store. It wasn’t particularly big, but definitely drenching if he walks all the way back to the home he shared with Jake. It’s been very cloudy since the morning Bradley and Jake woke up. They have no work since today is Saturday, which means there’ll be a bunch of cook-ins and cuddles. Jake has been fussing about his chicken soup craving since the start of the week, saying he missed his mum’s cooking and wanting a warm, rich, and savory chicken soup.
Bradley hates umbrellas with passion. They are heavy and easily swept by the wind, and he simply loves being under the rain. Jake always scolds him for that, scolding him about the possibility of him catching cold and falling sick after being in rain for too long. So, he tightens the drawstring on his hoodie and holds the grocery bag close before running against the slowly growing rain.
By the time he arrives at the door, Jake is leaning on the doorframe, sour expression stamped on his face when he sees Bradley drenched to his underwear.
“Go take a shower, I’ll prepare the soup by myself,” said Jake as he took the bag from Bradley’s hands.
Bradley, not wanting to upset his husband even more, making a beeline straight to the bathroom. He sheds all his rain-drenched clothes and takes a nice warm shower and changes into the thickest pajama he owned. The time he walks out their shared bedroom, warm, dry, with a towel on his head, the faint smell of chicken stock and spices broth is wafting in the air.
Jake was dancing side to side to an Elvis’s song, and Bradley was mesmerized. He stood quietly behind the kitchen island watching Jake stirring the soup in a pot. When Jake turns around Bradley welcomes him with a hug around his waist, swaying them both side to side to the music. Jake's hands moved up to his head, taking the towel in and carefully drying Bradley’s lock with them.
“I really need to make you bring an umbrella or a raincoat everytime you go out nowadays, babe.”
Bradley took a peck from his lips when Jake finished scolding him, still holding Jake close to him, his palm softly caressing the dips of Jake’s waist.
“If I got you scolding me like this, I would rather throw those two things away, Jake,” he said as he nuzzled the other man’s neck.
Jake rolls his eyes to that, body turning back to the still cooking soup without detaching Bradley’s hands from his waist. “Don’t want to take care of a sick, stubborn manchild like you.”
“Oh, you will. You have a soft spot for me, sweetheart.”
Jake hums when Bradley hooks his chin on his shoulder, resting his head there. “That I do, love. That I do.”
When the soup was done cooking, they both sat on the dining table. They have their own bowl of soup in one hand, and each other’s hands in the other. Bradley is smiling softly as he watches Jake carefully blowing the hot soup and slurping them.
The rain is still pouring outside, and the floor is cold under their sock feet. But Bradley’s insides and hands are warm. The soup and the sight of his husband in front of him provide comfort, soothing his body from the chill of mid October air.