My Kinda Party

John was fast asleep, dreaming of Carter... and their wedding. He couldn't wait to marry this man. He loved him so goddamn much...

Carter snuggled into John's side.

"Carter...." John murmured in his sleep, a small smile on his face. The next morning, John awoke early as usual. He smiled when he saw Carter still sleeping. He got up and went into the kitchen, deciding to make him breakfast.

Carter curled into a ball on John's side of the bed, missing his warmth.

John cooked something he thought Carter would like. He fixed him the plate of food, and brought it over to the bed, wearing nothing but black, silk robe that rode high up his thighs. "Wake up, cowboy." He chuckled, sitting next to him on the edge of the bed as he held the plate of food.

Carter sniffed the air, eyes springing open.

"Yeh made me some good old, artery clogging bacon?"

John chuckled. "Yes, I did. Just for you. So enjoy it, because it won't happen often." He said, handing Carter the plate and setting a glass of orange juice on the nightstand.

Carter smiled, "Bacon, eggs, toast. Damn..."

John chuckled. "I know, I'm too good to you. I hope you like it." He said hopefully.

Carter took a bite, "Tastes almost as good as yeh.."

John blushed but laughed. "You enjoy my smell and taste way too much." He chuckled before going to clean up the kitchen.

Carter laughed, calling after him, "I enjoy all things about yeh!"

John chuckled. "I love you too!" He called as he clean his granite island.

Carter kept eating, not paying attention to much anything else.

John smiled as his big Dobermann, who's name was Carlisle, greeted him. He fed him before petting him. "Why don't you go see Carter, huh?" He cooed to the big the. Carlisle barked and went into the bedroom, hopping on the bed and stared at Carter's food.

Carter laughed, petting the dog and handing him a strip of bacon.

John came in the bedroom, chuckling. "You feeding him my food?" He asked, rubbing Carlisle's stomach.

Carter shook his head innocently, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

John chuckled and shook his head. "I'm taking care of two kids in this house. You wanna belly rub too?" He joked, kissing Carter's cheek.

Carter smirked, "Sure. Might make my food go down quicker."

"Ew." John chuckled and took the dirty plates. He glanced at Carlisle. "Careful. He bites." He warned and took the plates in the kitchen, cleaning them and putting them away.

Carter scratched Carlisle's head, "Yeh ain't gonna bite me now are yeh, pup?"

Carlisle gave a low growl as if to say 'If you press the wrong buttons, I'll kill you.' But otherwise he just laid down next to Carter.

Carter smiled, still scratching Carlisle's head lazily as he turned on the baseball game.

John finished cleaning and went to sit with Carter on the bed. He frowned. "You watch baseball?" He asked.