I Will Cover You
My first Dream Daddy fic. I am officially in Smallmarch (Robert Small/Damien Bloodmarch) hell. No regrets. And of course my first foray is angst and fluff. A killer combination. Robert tries his best to take care of Damien after surgery.
Cut for length, not for content, though do be aware that this fic depicts post-top surgery.
“Oh. It’s you.”
“If I had a dollar for everytime someone answered a door and said that to my face…anyway, yes. It’s me. Where’s your dad?”
Robert wished for a second that his hands weren’t full, a loaded grocery bag in one and an unopened bottle in the other. Otherwise, he could have just pushed past Lucien and gotten into the house. Instead, he had to play this whole game of Purposeful Small Talk. Which he hated almost as much as Pointless Small Talk.
“Isn’t it Goth Night at Jim and Kim’s? Maybe you should try there.”
“The closest thing Jim and Kim’s has to ‘Goth Night’ is ‘Dark Sullen Drunk Night,’ and since I’m not there, that’s not happening. Move it.”
Lucien didn’t budge, instead raising a perfectly lined brow at the whiskey in Robert’s hand. “You do actually know that he can’t drink right now, right?”
He didn’t. “So? This is for me.”
“Look, Lucy. This can go one of two ways. You can move out of my way, or I can come back armed with a fully-loaded Betsy. Your call.”
“Did you just threaten my life so you can hang out with my dad?”
“Maybe.” Really, it was more a threat on his allergies, but…whatever it took.
Lucien smiled, and moved aside with a dramatic flourish of his hand. “Impressive. You may enter.”