Xavier cut him off with a deep kiss that left Finn panting and trembling when it broke.

“I love that idea, little one. And I believe you can make it happen.”

“So you’ll help?” Finn asked, just to be sure.

“Of course I’ll help. I meant it when I said I would support you in anything you wanted to do.”

“Even if my job costs money instead of making it?”

Xavier laughed.

Finn scowled without heat. “You promised you wouldn’t laugh.”

“I’m sorry, little one, but you’re too cute. You’re shaking and you’re so excited you haven’t even noticed how cold you are.”

Oh. Well— Fuck. He wasn’t wrong. Finn pressed closer, huddling into Xavier’s arms, his teeth chattering.

“I don’t care what it costs, my love. As long as it makes you happy,” Xavier said, his lips against Finn’s ear. Then he wrapped an arm around him and ushered him back inside.

As soon as they stepped into the living room again, a glass of champagne was pushed into Finn’s hands and another into Xavier’s. It took Finn a moment to realize the party was counting down. He got rid of Xavier’s coat and stepped back into his arms, tilting his head back so he could see his Daddy’s smiling face.

“I love you, Daddy,” he said, just as the countdown reached one and shouts of “Happy New Year” erupted around them.

Xavier lifted Finn off his feet and proceeded to kiss him breathless all over again. “I love you, too, sweet boy. More than you can imagine.”

Finn had a pretty good imagination, but he was going to take Xavier’s word for it. He trusted him. He knew he would always be the most important thing in Xavier’s life, just like Xavier was in his.