Cinnamon Muffins Chapter 27: Two Feet and Twenty

Spoiler: adoption.

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Collin kinda expected everyone to scatter into their own separate things once Taylor and Wes left for work. Nobody hardly ever sits in the same room for longer than it takes to eat dinner at his house. But it's already lunchtime and Todd, Dalton, Jaxson, and Collin are all still sitting together in Todd's basement. Dalton is messing around with Todd's VR headset, Jaxson is scrolling through TikTok on his phone on the couch (and occasionally 'joking' about starting a cosplay account), Todd is putting some sort of food together at the definitely-not-a-second-kitchen, and Collin is trying to calm down enough to look like he's scrolling through Instagram. He's not calm though, and no amount of videos of foster kittens playing with cardboard tubes is fixing that.

He pats Jaxson's thigh to let him know he's getting up, and Jaxson grabs the hand without looking up and brings the back of Collin' palm to his lips for a quick kiss. Jaxson doesn't seem to notice that Collin is getting all fidgety, but that quick little hand-kiss settles a bit of the needless anxiety bubbling in the pit of his stomach and he grins as he tiptoes over to Todd at the bar of the definitely-not-a-second-kitchen.

"Watcha makin' there, Todd?"

"A charcuterie board. It's almost lunch but I'm not great at cooking."

"Shark coochie?" Jaxson says, still not looking up from his phone.

"Charcuterie, darling," Collin corrects.

"How can you two stand being so adorable, like all the time?" Dalton asks, swinging the VR controller in a wide arc (he must still be playing Skyrim).

Collin, anxiously ignoring that comment, rubs his fists together. "Well, I could— I mean, if y'all wanted— er, I uh— I could make lunch. Or somethin'..."