fic: The First Thanksgiving (1/4)
Title: The First Thanksgiving
Author: dolce_amore93
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff in some parts, angst in others
Disclaimer: I don't own Luke and Reid, or any other ATWT characters
Summary: Reid attends his first Snyder Thanksgiving dinner with Luke.
Characters in this chapter: Luke/Reid, Carly/Jack, Emma
A/N: Hey guys! I really wanted to do a Thanksgiving fic for our guys, but it is turning out to be pretty long, lol, so I figured I'd break it up into sections. Comments = love, and are greatly appreciated!!!
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The First Thanksgiving || Part One
“You’re wearing that again?” Luke asked, scrunching up his nose as he observed Reid wearing his already well-worn suit.
“No, it’s a mirage. Yes, I’m wearing it,” Reid replied flatly.
“You’re one of the world’s top neurosurgeons and you can’t afford to buy a second suit?”
Reid groaned. “You know I don’t like shopping.”
“So you just wear the exact same suit and tie to every function?”
Reid let out a laugh. “We’re going to Thanksgiving at the farm, not some high society event. I hardly think Emma will mind that she’s seen me in this suit twice, Luke.”
Luke sighed as he walked towards his boyfriend and tugged at his tie. “No, she won’t mind. I just think you deserve more than one suit because you look so good in them. I like seeing you dressed up.”
“And dressed down. And naked.”
“So modest you are,” Luke said with a smirk.
“Yes, Yoda.”
“Is he the one from Star Trek?” Luke asked curiously.
Reid winced. “Star Wars! You have much to learn, young padawan.” Luke gave him another confused look, and he shook his head. “I’ll just stop referencing Star Wars now,” Reid said.
“Not a bad idea. Oh! Don’t let me forget to bring the chocolate chip cookies, okay? They’re on the kitchen table.”
Reid slapped Luke’s shoulder. “Sure thing. You ready to go?”
“I’m not even dressed!”
“So?” Reid replied smugly. Luke kissed Reid gently.
“So, as much as you prefer me in boxers and nothing else…”
“-- Not the most accurate description of how I prefer you, but okay,” Reid interjected.
“I think my family prefers I wear clothes when going to a family get together.”
“Damn. I really would’ve loved to see your family’s reaction if you showed up in your underwear. We’d never hear the end of how much the evil neurosurgeon has corrupted angelic Luke.”
Luke grinned devilishly and kissed him again. “Oh, you corrupted me alright, clothes or no clothes.”
Reid’s cell phone rang, and he groaned as he read the caller ID. “I have to take this. The ER for some odd reason thinks their newly appointed Chief of Staff would rather talk to them than observe the lovely holiday that is Thanksgiving.”
“Clearly they don’t know you and your love of food very well.”
“We’re all still getting acquainted,” Reid winked. “Hello?” he answered as he stepped out of the bedroom.
Luke sighed as he pulled on his slacks. Two in the afternoon on Thanksgiving and it was Reid’s fifth call, at least. The damn thing rang twice before they had even awoken (the ringing took care of that, though), twice as they were watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade (or rather, while he watched and Reid mocked the “poor unfortunate souls who will name carrying a big balloon in a parade to be their greatest accomplishment” and ranted about how the “idiots on the floats really need to wear protective gear. One slip of the foot and BAM, cracked skull to the concrete”.) And now this time. Luke normally didn’t mind the interruption (unless it was really interrupting something), but he had wanted today to be special. It was their first holiday together as a couple. It had to be something they’d always remember, just as he wanted to remember every other first in their relationship.
Reid reentered the room and smiled. “You look hot,” he said. He squeezed Luke’s hand and kissed him gently. “Are you ready yet? Appetizers will be around 2:30, I’m thinking,” Reid said.
“How do you know what time the appetizers will be served?” Luke asked, amused.
“I’ve been to the farm four times so far. One time not a damn thing happened because your father decided to play hooky on his wedding day. The next time, when we had dinner with your grandmother, she served appetizers at 3. The third time, appetizers were at 5:30 but dinner wasn’t served until 7 - which was cruel and unusual punishment after skipping lunch in anticipation for the grand meal, by the way. So, since dinner will be served at 5 tonight, I’m assuming she’ll keep up with her normal pattern,” Reid explained as seriously as if he were discussing a brain aneurysm.
“Okay…” Luke replied, shaking his head. “You’re so cute when you babble about food.”
Reid smirked. “Oh, I try.”
“What did the hospital want?” Luke asked, motioning to Reid’s cell in the holster that was clamped around his belt.
Reid waved a hand. “Nothing important.”
“Then why did they all you?” Luke asked.
“The ER is having some new equipment delivered today. I already signed off on all of it though, so… they don’t need me.”
Luke’s eyes widened. “The hospital… doesn’t need you every second of every day?” he teased. “How ever do they survive?”
“Quit being cute. Now it’s ten after. If we don’t hurry we won’t be able to get a good seat next to the potato chip bowl.”
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They were halfway to the farm when Luke slapped Reid’s leg harder than just a love tap. “Oh my God! The cookies! Reid! You were supposed to remind me!”
Reid winced. “Sorry.”
Luke shrugged. “It’s fine. Just turn around and we’ll go back and get them, I guess.”
Reid raised an eyebrow. “We can’t! We’re halfway there!” he exclaimed, continuing to drive towards the farm. A moment passed. “Now we’re more than halfway there,” he tried to reason.
Luke rolled his eyes. “Well we would stop getting so far away if you’d just turn the car around!”
“No! And be late for your grandmother’s Thanksgiving feast? Mr. Snyder, I thought better of you.”
Luke groaned. “Seriously Reid, not even for cookies will you turn around?”
“I’m sure Emma will make us some.”
Luke let out a sharp laugh. “You are not going to make my grandmother bake you cookies just because you’re too fixated on getting to the farm to get a good seat next to the chip bowl to turn around and get the ones that I spent all last night baking.”
Reid shrugged.
“You’re unreal,” Luke added, crossing his arms.
They pulled into the winding dirt driveway of the farm. Reid looked over at Luke and sighed. “Hey - if you want me to go get the cookies, I can drop you off and go back to get them,” he relented with a half smile.
Luke shook his head. “It’s fine. Really,” he said.
“Is that a ‘really’ really? Or a fake really that you want me to read into as ‘go back and get the cookies’?” Reid asked, trying to match Luke’s glance. Unwillingly, Luke cracked a smile.
“It’s a ‘really’ really.” He grabbed Reid’s hand and squeezed it. He could be really pissed at Reid sometimes. In the ‘really’ really kind of way. He made it difficult to stay ‘really’ really pissed at him for long, though.
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“Be nice, okay?” Luke said as they walked up to the porch.
“When am I ever not nice?” Reid smirked.
They stopped just outside the porch and Luke adjusted Reid’s collar. He observed his boyfriend’s worried expression. “You okay?”
“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” Reid brushed it off.
“You don’t have to be nervous around my family, Reid,” he said.
“Who said I was nervous?” Reid replied quickly, and Luke chuckled.
“The way you just said that told me.”
Reid Oliver hadn’t included the word “nervous” in his vocabulary between high school and the time he met Luke. He had nothing to be nervous about. He was a world-class neurosurgeon by the time he was 30. Nerves were illogical. They never got a person anywhere except last place. And he could never afford to be in last place when performing brain surgery.
Then Luke came into his life, and everything changed. He couldn’t help but be nervous around him. He made him… feel. One look could make him feel everything all at once. And a different kind of look could make him feel nothing again, all at once. That scared the hell out of him, that this one person made all the control he had based his life upon spin out of control that easily. Luke scared him. Luke made him nervous, sometimes even now, after being together for four months. Nervous that he’d screw things up; nervous that Luke would wake up one day and realize he was Oakdale’s most beloved, and Reid was one of Oakdale’s most avoided. Ironically, the man who scared him most was also the man that could calm him down when he most needed it.
Luke squeezed his hand, and Reid felt the tension release from his shoulders. “They like you, Reid. For some reason,” he teased.
“And you?” Reid asked with that hint of vulnerability that only slipped past his lips around Luke.
“And I love you.”
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They walked into the farmhouse hand-in-hand to find Emma standing over the stove and Jack and Carly already sitting at the table, munching on appetizers. Reid cursed under his breath and Luke laughed.
“Boys!” Emma and Jack exclaimed simultaneously. Reid tried his hardest not to roll his eyes at what seemingly was their Snyder nickname.
“Hi Grandma!” Luke exclaimed, giving her a hug. At the same time, Reid shook Jack’s hand courteously.
“Good to see you again, Dr. Oliver,” Jack said warmly. Reid debated on whether or not to comment on the ‘again’ that was so oddly placed in the greeting, but decided against it.
“Nice to see you as well,” he replied. He waved at Carly. “Have any more trouble with that ankle? Sometimes after a sprain it can really bother a person for months on end,” he said with a wink.
“The ankle has been fine. I’ve been concentrating on other things,” she said, placing a hand over her slightly protruding abdomen.
“Eating? Same here,” Reid replied, reaching down and grabbing a potato chip from the bowl.
“I’m pregnant,” she said flatly.
“Oh! Fetuses are considered parasites,” he informed her.
“How lovely,” Carly said, scrunching up her nose.
“After they're born they can be kinda good to have around, though, I hear,” Reid added with a small smile.
She smiled. “Yeah, they can be.”
Luke came up from behind Reid and put his hands atop his shoulders, massaging lightly. “Get the chips that you so desperately wanted?”
“Not the first ones that were uncontaminated from others sticking their hands in the bowl, but yes.”
“Good. Carly, how are you feeling?” Luke asked.
She glowed. “I’m doing well, thanks.” Reid was thankful that she didn’t inform Luke of the parasite/fetus conversation they had just had. He probably wouldn’t appreciate it, as medically correct as it may be.
Emma came from behind the counter and hugged Reid. He jumped at the feeling, still not quite used to the “hugs from Grandma” thing. He patted her on the back.
“Reid! I’m so glad you could join us. I was afraid you would maybe have to work today. It would be awful for you to miss your first Thanksgiving as part of the family. We couldn’t have that now, could we?” she said warmly.
Reid was taken aback the phrase “part of the family”. He had barely ever been apart of his own family, let alone someone else’s. Luke smiled proudly at his boyfriend.
“No, we couldn’t,” Reid replied faintly.
Author: dolce_amore93
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff in some parts, angst in others
Disclaimer: I don't own Luke and Reid, or any other ATWT characters
Summary: Reid attends his first Snyder Thanksgiving dinner with Luke.
Characters in this chapter: Luke/Reid, Carly/Jack, Emma
A/N: Hey guys! I really wanted to do a Thanksgiving fic for our guys, but it is turning out to be pretty long, lol, so I figured I'd break it up into sections. Comments = love, and are greatly appreciated!!!
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The First Thanksgiving || Part One
“You’re wearing that again?” Luke asked, scrunching up his nose as he observed Reid wearing his already well-worn suit.
“No, it’s a mirage. Yes, I’m wearing it,” Reid replied flatly.
“You’re one of the world’s top neurosurgeons and you can’t afford to buy a second suit?”
Reid groaned. “You know I don’t like shopping.”
“So you just wear the exact same suit and tie to every function?”
Reid let out a laugh. “We’re going to Thanksgiving at the farm, not some high society event. I hardly think Emma will mind that she’s seen me in this suit twice, Luke.”
Luke sighed as he walked towards his boyfriend and tugged at his tie. “No, she won’t mind. I just think you deserve more than one suit because you look so good in them. I like seeing you dressed up.”
“And dressed down. And naked.”
“So modest you are,” Luke said with a smirk.
“Yes, Yoda.”
“Is he the one from Star Trek?” Luke asked curiously.
Reid winced. “Star Wars! You have much to learn, young padawan.” Luke gave him another confused look, and he shook his head. “I’ll just stop referencing Star Wars now,” Reid said.
“Not a bad idea. Oh! Don’t let me forget to bring the chocolate chip cookies, okay? They’re on the kitchen table.”
Reid slapped Luke’s shoulder. “Sure thing. You ready to go?”
“I’m not even dressed!”
“So?” Reid replied smugly. Luke kissed Reid gently.
“So, as much as you prefer me in boxers and nothing else…”
“-- Not the most accurate description of how I prefer you, but okay,” Reid interjected.
“I think my family prefers I wear clothes when going to a family get together.”
“Damn. I really would’ve loved to see your family’s reaction if you showed up in your underwear. We’d never hear the end of how much the evil neurosurgeon has corrupted angelic Luke.”
Luke grinned devilishly and kissed him again. “Oh, you corrupted me alright, clothes or no clothes.”
Reid’s cell phone rang, and he groaned as he read the caller ID. “I have to take this. The ER for some odd reason thinks their newly appointed Chief of Staff would rather talk to them than observe the lovely holiday that is Thanksgiving.”
“Clearly they don’t know you and your love of food very well.”
“We’re all still getting acquainted,” Reid winked. “Hello?” he answered as he stepped out of the bedroom.
Luke sighed as he pulled on his slacks. Two in the afternoon on Thanksgiving and it was Reid’s fifth call, at least. The damn thing rang twice before they had even awoken (the ringing took care of that, though), twice as they were watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade (or rather, while he watched and Reid mocked the “poor unfortunate souls who will name carrying a big balloon in a parade to be their greatest accomplishment” and ranted about how the “idiots on the floats really need to wear protective gear. One slip of the foot and BAM, cracked skull to the concrete”.) And now this time. Luke normally didn’t mind the interruption (unless it was really interrupting something), but he had wanted today to be special. It was their first holiday together as a couple. It had to be something they’d always remember, just as he wanted to remember every other first in their relationship.
Reid reentered the room and smiled. “You look hot,” he said. He squeezed Luke’s hand and kissed him gently. “Are you ready yet? Appetizers will be around 2:30, I’m thinking,” Reid said.
“How do you know what time the appetizers will be served?” Luke asked, amused.
“I’ve been to the farm four times so far. One time not a damn thing happened because your father decided to play hooky on his wedding day. The next time, when we had dinner with your grandmother, she served appetizers at 3. The third time, appetizers were at 5:30 but dinner wasn’t served until 7 - which was cruel and unusual punishment after skipping lunch in anticipation for the grand meal, by the way. So, since dinner will be served at 5 tonight, I’m assuming she’ll keep up with her normal pattern,” Reid explained as seriously as if he were discussing a brain aneurysm.
“Okay…” Luke replied, shaking his head. “You’re so cute when you babble about food.”
Reid smirked. “Oh, I try.”
“What did the hospital want?” Luke asked, motioning to Reid’s cell in the holster that was clamped around his belt.
Reid waved a hand. “Nothing important.”
“Then why did they all you?” Luke asked.
“The ER is having some new equipment delivered today. I already signed off on all of it though, so… they don’t need me.”
Luke’s eyes widened. “The hospital… doesn’t need you every second of every day?” he teased. “How ever do they survive?”
“Quit being cute. Now it’s ten after. If we don’t hurry we won’t be able to get a good seat next to the potato chip bowl.”
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They were halfway to the farm when Luke slapped Reid’s leg harder than just a love tap. “Oh my God! The cookies! Reid! You were supposed to remind me!”
Reid winced. “Sorry.”
Luke shrugged. “It’s fine. Just turn around and we’ll go back and get them, I guess.”
Reid raised an eyebrow. “We can’t! We’re halfway there!” he exclaimed, continuing to drive towards the farm. A moment passed. “Now we’re more than halfway there,” he tried to reason.
Luke rolled his eyes. “Well we would stop getting so far away if you’d just turn the car around!”
“No! And be late for your grandmother’s Thanksgiving feast? Mr. Snyder, I thought better of you.”
Luke groaned. “Seriously Reid, not even for cookies will you turn around?”
“I’m sure Emma will make us some.”
Luke let out a sharp laugh. “You are not going to make my grandmother bake you cookies just because you’re too fixated on getting to the farm to get a good seat next to the chip bowl to turn around and get the ones that I spent all last night baking.”
Reid shrugged.
“You’re unreal,” Luke added, crossing his arms.
They pulled into the winding dirt driveway of the farm. Reid looked over at Luke and sighed. “Hey - if you want me to go get the cookies, I can drop you off and go back to get them,” he relented with a half smile.
Luke shook his head. “It’s fine. Really,” he said.
“Is that a ‘really’ really? Or a fake really that you want me to read into as ‘go back and get the cookies’?” Reid asked, trying to match Luke’s glance. Unwillingly, Luke cracked a smile.
“It’s a ‘really’ really.” He grabbed Reid’s hand and squeezed it. He could be really pissed at Reid sometimes. In the ‘really’ really kind of way. He made it difficult to stay ‘really’ really pissed at him for long, though.
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“Be nice, okay?” Luke said as they walked up to the porch.
“When am I ever not nice?” Reid smirked.
They stopped just outside the porch and Luke adjusted Reid’s collar. He observed his boyfriend’s worried expression. “You okay?”
“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” Reid brushed it off.
“You don’t have to be nervous around my family, Reid,” he said.
“Who said I was nervous?” Reid replied quickly, and Luke chuckled.
“The way you just said that told me.”
Reid Oliver hadn’t included the word “nervous” in his vocabulary between high school and the time he met Luke. He had nothing to be nervous about. He was a world-class neurosurgeon by the time he was 30. Nerves were illogical. They never got a person anywhere except last place. And he could never afford to be in last place when performing brain surgery.
Then Luke came into his life, and everything changed. He couldn’t help but be nervous around him. He made him… feel. One look could make him feel everything all at once. And a different kind of look could make him feel nothing again, all at once. That scared the hell out of him, that this one person made all the control he had based his life upon spin out of control that easily. Luke scared him. Luke made him nervous, sometimes even now, after being together for four months. Nervous that he’d screw things up; nervous that Luke would wake up one day and realize he was Oakdale’s most beloved, and Reid was one of Oakdale’s most avoided. Ironically, the man who scared him most was also the man that could calm him down when he most needed it.
Luke squeezed his hand, and Reid felt the tension release from his shoulders. “They like you, Reid. For some reason,” he teased.
“And you?” Reid asked with that hint of vulnerability that only slipped past his lips around Luke.
“And I love you.”
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They walked into the farmhouse hand-in-hand to find Emma standing over the stove and Jack and Carly already sitting at the table, munching on appetizers. Reid cursed under his breath and Luke laughed.
“Boys!” Emma and Jack exclaimed simultaneously. Reid tried his hardest not to roll his eyes at what seemingly was their Snyder nickname.
“Hi Grandma!” Luke exclaimed, giving her a hug. At the same time, Reid shook Jack’s hand courteously.
“Good to see you again, Dr. Oliver,” Jack said warmly. Reid debated on whether or not to comment on the ‘again’ that was so oddly placed in the greeting, but decided against it.
“Nice to see you as well,” he replied. He waved at Carly. “Have any more trouble with that ankle? Sometimes after a sprain it can really bother a person for months on end,” he said with a wink.
“The ankle has been fine. I’ve been concentrating on other things,” she said, placing a hand over her slightly protruding abdomen.
“Eating? Same here,” Reid replied, reaching down and grabbing a potato chip from the bowl.
“I’m pregnant,” she said flatly.
“Oh! Fetuses are considered parasites,” he informed her.
“How lovely,” Carly said, scrunching up her nose.
“After they're born they can be kinda good to have around, though, I hear,” Reid added with a small smile.
She smiled. “Yeah, they can be.”
Luke came up from behind Reid and put his hands atop his shoulders, massaging lightly. “Get the chips that you so desperately wanted?”
“Not the first ones that were uncontaminated from others sticking their hands in the bowl, but yes.”
“Good. Carly, how are you feeling?” Luke asked.
She glowed. “I’m doing well, thanks.” Reid was thankful that she didn’t inform Luke of the parasite/fetus conversation they had just had. He probably wouldn’t appreciate it, as medically correct as it may be.
Emma came from behind the counter and hugged Reid. He jumped at the feeling, still not quite used to the “hugs from Grandma” thing. He patted her on the back.
“Reid! I’m so glad you could join us. I was afraid you would maybe have to work today. It would be awful for you to miss your first Thanksgiving as part of the family. We couldn’t have that now, could we?” she said warmly.
Reid was taken aback the phrase “part of the family”. He had barely ever been apart of his own family, let alone someone else’s. Luke smiled proudly at his boyfriend.
“No, we couldn’t,” Reid replied faintly.