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[#117] Enough is Enough Pt 3(MDZS)
Theme Prompt: #117 - Happily Ever After
Title: Enough is Enough, Pt 3
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: G
Bonus: No.
Word Count: 1k
Summary: A happy day out.
“All right, boys,” Jiang Cheng tucked the baby into a booster seat while Nie Mingjue put A-Yi in the other one. “What do you want to eat?”
“Nuggies!” The two toddlers shouted in unison.
Their waitress appeared, giggling. “What cute kids,” she said, putting placemats and crayons down for them. “Are they twins?”
“Nope,” Nie Mingjue replied, flashing his dimples at her. “A-Yi is an April baby and A-Zhen was born in September. They’re exactly six months apart.”
“Oh wow!” The waitress smiled back. “At least there’s a good distance between birthdays! No fighting, hopefully.”
“So far, so good,” Jiang Cheng agreed. “Could we get a round of water for everyone? The littles will have almond milk, if you have it. Two percent if you don’t. Mr. Handsome over there will take an unsweetened iced tea and I’ll have a Pepsi.”
The waitress nodded cheerfully and chirped, “Be right back!” before bouncing off.
Jiang Cheng turned on his husband. “Keep flashing your dimples and she’s going to put her phone number on our receipt.”
Nie Mingjue grinned, this time flashing his dimples at Jiang Cheng. “Are you jealous, my heart?”
“No. But what happened the last time we ate out and the boys thought the waitress was too friendly?” Jiang Cheng sat and gave his husband a smug grin. “How long did it take to get the spaghetti out of your good suit?”
Nie Mingjue winced, remembering the tantrum his boys had thrown, along with their food, when the waitress had put her hand on his shoulder while giving them the check. He hadn’t noticed the flirting, but Jiang Cheng and the boys had.
“Toning down the dimples, got it,” he said.
“I get it,” Jiang Cheng allowed, picking up his menu. “We’ve been busy getting the kids set up to homeschool and fixing up the estate. It’s very exciting to be around other adults.”
“Don’t let A-Sang hear you say it like that,” Nie Mingjue muttered. “He’s as bad as a toddler himself. But you can’t tell him that. Not if you don’t want a lecture about never being too old to have fun.”
“Teaching the kids to slide down staircases on your great-aunt’s antique serving platters was a bit much,” Jiang Cheng agreed. “Luckily, Huaisang is the one who went splat.”
“Shushu went splat!” A-Zhen exclaimed. “Like a cartoon!”
“Yes he did. And it hurt. Which is why we won’t be doing that ever again, will we?” Jiang Cheng asked, giving both boys a stern look.
Two little angelic faces turned his way. “No Baba!”
“Uh-huh. So you boys want nuggies. What veggie?”
Thus began the negotiations. Jiang Cheng basked in spending this time with his family. Everything was falling in to place. His sons were thriving. His brothers-in-law and husband were happy. He was happy.
It wasn’t something he’d seen for himself when he’d been working away for the family company and being taken for granted. He hadn’t know he could be so happy. No cartoon princess had ever had a happily ever after as good as this.
“You’re in a good mood,” Nie Mingjue observed quietly, when the food came and the boys were happily destroying their nuggies.
“I am,” Jiang Cheng agreed. “This is perfect. You, the kids, our home. I’m happy.”
Nie Mingjue’s smile was warm and soft. It made Jiang Cheng’s blood sizzle. “I am too,” he said, extending his hand to Jiang Cheng, who put down his fork to take it. “It was really tough for awhile, I was worried about you and the boys,” he admitted. “When you quit the company and come to Qinghe, I worried you’d regret it.”
“I don’t,” Jiang Cheng admitted. “I wondered too, but I’ve never been happier. Proof my stress had less to do with my ‘horrible personality’ and more to do with constantly being taken advantage of and put down for doing my job.”
Nie Mingjue stroked his thumb over the back of Jiang Cheng’s hand, gently. “Agreed, my heart. I’m proud of you for making the change.”
Jiang Cheng smiled, a small, lop-sided thing.
“Baba,” A-Zhen piped up, flapping his tiny hand at Jiang Cheng. “Hold my hand too, Baba!”
Jiang Cheng laughed and took A-Zhen’s nuggie-crumb covered hand. Not to be out done, A-Yi reached for Nie Mingjue like he was going to burst into nuggie-sized Jingyi bits if they didn’t hold hands right that second.
“A-Diiiiiie!” He howled. “Haaaand!”
Nie Mingjue took the baby’s hand and grinned. “This is it. This us us. This is our family.”
“Yeah,” Jiang Cheng agreed, fondly watching their babies make an absolute disaster of their dinners. “You, me, and two rugrats who think shoving nugget chunks up their noses is the height of hilarity.”
“Admit it, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” Nie Mingjue waggled his eyebrows. “All this is yours, baby. Who could ask for more?”
“Not me,” Jiang Cheng admitted.
“Oh you guys are the absolute cutest,” their waitress said, appearing at their table. She pointed at Nie Mingjue’s phone on the edge of the table. “Can I take a picture for you?”
Nie Mingjue looked to Jiang Cheng, who shrugged. “Why not?”
She picked up the phone and followed Nie Mingjue’s directions to get to the camera.
“Smile!” She snapped the picture and gave the phone back. “Are we saving room for desert tonight?”
“Ice cream, a scoop each, I think,” Jiang Cheng decided. He placed the order, letting go of Nie Mingjue to hand back the desert menu.
Nie Mingjue looked at the picture. His babies had on their biggest smiles. A-Zhen looking, as always, like a cherub. A-Yi had a nugget in his mouth and looked like a deranged nugget mauler. It was perfect. He showed Jiang Cheng, who burst into delighted laughter. Nie Mingjue snapped a quick pic of that and sent both to Nie Huaisang. His perfect family.
Title: Enough is Enough, Pt 3
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: G
Bonus: No.
Word Count: 1k
Summary: A happy day out.
“All right, boys,” Jiang Cheng tucked the baby into a booster seat while Nie Mingjue put A-Yi in the other one. “What do you want to eat?”
“Nuggies!” The two toddlers shouted in unison.
Their waitress appeared, giggling. “What cute kids,” she said, putting placemats and crayons down for them. “Are they twins?”
“Nope,” Nie Mingjue replied, flashing his dimples at her. “A-Yi is an April baby and A-Zhen was born in September. They’re exactly six months apart.”
“Oh wow!” The waitress smiled back. “At least there’s a good distance between birthdays! No fighting, hopefully.”
“So far, so good,” Jiang Cheng agreed. “Could we get a round of water for everyone? The littles will have almond milk, if you have it. Two percent if you don’t. Mr. Handsome over there will take an unsweetened iced tea and I’ll have a Pepsi.”
The waitress nodded cheerfully and chirped, “Be right back!” before bouncing off.
Jiang Cheng turned on his husband. “Keep flashing your dimples and she’s going to put her phone number on our receipt.”
Nie Mingjue grinned, this time flashing his dimples at Jiang Cheng. “Are you jealous, my heart?”
“No. But what happened the last time we ate out and the boys thought the waitress was too friendly?” Jiang Cheng sat and gave his husband a smug grin. “How long did it take to get the spaghetti out of your good suit?”
Nie Mingjue winced, remembering the tantrum his boys had thrown, along with their food, when the waitress had put her hand on his shoulder while giving them the check. He hadn’t noticed the flirting, but Jiang Cheng and the boys had.
“Toning down the dimples, got it,” he said.
“I get it,” Jiang Cheng allowed, picking up his menu. “We’ve been busy getting the kids set up to homeschool and fixing up the estate. It’s very exciting to be around other adults.”
“Don’t let A-Sang hear you say it like that,” Nie Mingjue muttered. “He’s as bad as a toddler himself. But you can’t tell him that. Not if you don’t want a lecture about never being too old to have fun.”
“Teaching the kids to slide down staircases on your great-aunt’s antique serving platters was a bit much,” Jiang Cheng agreed. “Luckily, Huaisang is the one who went splat.”
“Shushu went splat!” A-Zhen exclaimed. “Like a cartoon!”
“Yes he did. And it hurt. Which is why we won’t be doing that ever again, will we?” Jiang Cheng asked, giving both boys a stern look.
Two little angelic faces turned his way. “No Baba!”
“Uh-huh. So you boys want nuggies. What veggie?”
Thus began the negotiations. Jiang Cheng basked in spending this time with his family. Everything was falling in to place. His sons were thriving. His brothers-in-law and husband were happy. He was happy.
It wasn’t something he’d seen for himself when he’d been working away for the family company and being taken for granted. He hadn’t know he could be so happy. No cartoon princess had ever had a happily ever after as good as this.
“You’re in a good mood,” Nie Mingjue observed quietly, when the food came and the boys were happily destroying their nuggies.
“I am,” Jiang Cheng agreed. “This is perfect. You, the kids, our home. I’m happy.”
Nie Mingjue’s smile was warm and soft. It made Jiang Cheng’s blood sizzle. “I am too,” he said, extending his hand to Jiang Cheng, who put down his fork to take it. “It was really tough for awhile, I was worried about you and the boys,” he admitted. “When you quit the company and come to Qinghe, I worried you’d regret it.”
“I don’t,” Jiang Cheng admitted. “I wondered too, but I’ve never been happier. Proof my stress had less to do with my ‘horrible personality’ and more to do with constantly being taken advantage of and put down for doing my job.”
Nie Mingjue stroked his thumb over the back of Jiang Cheng’s hand, gently. “Agreed, my heart. I’m proud of you for making the change.”
Jiang Cheng smiled, a small, lop-sided thing.
“Baba,” A-Zhen piped up, flapping his tiny hand at Jiang Cheng. “Hold my hand too, Baba!”
Jiang Cheng laughed and took A-Zhen’s nuggie-crumb covered hand. Not to be out done, A-Yi reached for Nie Mingjue like he was going to burst into nuggie-sized Jingyi bits if they didn’t hold hands right that second.
“A-Diiiiiie!” He howled. “Haaaand!”
Nie Mingjue took the baby’s hand and grinned. “This is it. This us us. This is our family.”
“Yeah,” Jiang Cheng agreed, fondly watching their babies make an absolute disaster of their dinners. “You, me, and two rugrats who think shoving nugget chunks up their noses is the height of hilarity.”
“Admit it, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” Nie Mingjue waggled his eyebrows. “All this is yours, baby. Who could ask for more?”
“Not me,” Jiang Cheng admitted.
“Oh you guys are the absolute cutest,” their waitress said, appearing at their table. She pointed at Nie Mingjue’s phone on the edge of the table. “Can I take a picture for you?”
Nie Mingjue looked to Jiang Cheng, who shrugged. “Why not?”
She picked up the phone and followed Nie Mingjue’s directions to get to the camera.
“Smile!” She snapped the picture and gave the phone back. “Are we saving room for desert tonight?”
“Ice cream, a scoop each, I think,” Jiang Cheng decided. He placed the order, letting go of Nie Mingjue to hand back the desert menu.
Nie Mingjue looked at the picture. His babies had on their biggest smiles. A-Zhen looking, as always, like a cherub. A-Yi had a nugget in his mouth and looked like a deranged nugget mauler. It was perfect. He showed Jiang Cheng, who burst into delighted laughter. Nie Mingjue snapped a quick pic of that and sent both to Nie Huaisang. His perfect family.