He set them on the table, and Wyatt's mouth watered as he felt exactly how hungry he was. "This looks and smells amazing."
"It's coq au vin. It takes a while to make. Sorry I made you wait. This is a really late dinner," Sam said, but all of a sudden Wyatt didn't mind the wait.
"I know it will be worth it," he told Sam and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.
"Are you starving?" Sam said as they both sat down.
Wyatt poured the wine he brought. "I am. I can't wait to taste this."
"I think it's kind of an old fashioned dish, but whenever my great-grandmother showed me how to cook something, she would say, 'It's no coq au vin, but it's not too bad.' So I had to learn to cook it and see what was so special about it. And I always wanted to make it for someone." From across the table, Sam gave Wyatt a shy smile.
"I feel honored," Wyatt said and reached out to kiss his hand.
The food Sam made was delicious, and he was pleased when he saw the way Wyatt devoured everything. Knowing that Sam made it just for him, Wyatt enjoyed the meal more than any in his life, but he noticed that Sam didn't eat much.
"I might be a little nervous," Sam admitted. Wyatt was done, and he still had plenty of food on his plate even as he was ready to take it away. "I'll go get dessert."
Dessert was peach sorbet served in chilled glasses. When Sam brought it to the table, Wyatt decided to go and sit on Sam's side of the booth.
"I think I'll have my dessert over here. I can't have a whole table between us," Wyatt said and slid in close and put his arm around him. The sorbet was luscious and cool, and while the taste of it was still on his tongue, Wyatt leaned in and kissed Sam.
"You taste good too," Wyatt told him.
"That's why you came over to this side?" Sam asked while giving Wyatt a wry look.
"Sure. DJ sent me out with a mission," Wyatt said remembering what he promised him.
Sam looked at Wyatt questioningly. "He did?"
"I have to win you over and get you to come home with us all the time," Wyatt informed him while giving him a determined look.
"I do that already," Sam said while Wyatt kissed his face.
"I guess we need even more of you. The kids and I love having you around. It's because you're kind and sweet and smoking hot. That last one is just me though," Wyatt said and then gave him his most seductive look.
Finished with their sorbets, the two of them just reclined together in the booth. Sam had chosen a good one for their dinner. They had plenty of privacy especially with just that one candle giving them light and the rest of the place in darkness. The big, empty café seemed intimate somehow.
Wyatt was wondering what was next, when he felt Sam tense. He had his eye on the window and Wyatt followed his gaze. Someone passed by on the other side of the street. The man was no more than a shadow, but Sam stared at him until he was gone.
Turning to Wyatt, he smiled apologetically. "Sorry. I'm not used to being here so late."
Sam had relaxed somewhat, but he still seemed troubled. After putting an arm around him, Wyatt asked him about it. "That guy is gone, so what's making you uneasy?"
"The way I just reacted," Sam said and he frowned. To encourage him Wyatt squeezed closer to him so Sam would only need to whisper. At first he only heard Sam take a deep breath then he confessed his worry. "I told you about my panic attacks. I'm worried that I'll have one in front of the boys and that I'll scare them."
"You haven't had any for a while, right?" Wyatt said and rubbed his hand lightly over Sam's arm.
"Things are peaceful here, but I feel like it's just a matter of time before something bad happens," Sam said with a frown.
"Tell me about these panic attacks. What brings them on?" Wyatt asked.
"Sometimes for no reason, sometimes it's a sudden noise. One time it was because some guy bumped into me then cursed at me like it was my fault," Sam explained.
"That's good," Wyatt said and Sam raised his head to look at him.
"Good?"
"I mean I'm glad I know. If it happens, I'll know what I'm dealing with," Wyatt told him and gave him a reassuring smile.
