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They all trooped into the taco shop and Chrissy bounced over. “Jerusalem is getting tacos for everyone! We can all just sit, and they’ll be brought over. He’s getting fish ones and beef ones and chicken ones and veggie ones—something for everyone.”
“What kind do you like?” Bran asked him.
“I like the guacamole ones best,” he admitted. “But I like them all.”
“We’ll make sure you get a couple of guacamole ones, then,” Bran told him.
“Yeah. We’ll take care of you,” Silas added.
“Oh, that’s all right. I’ll take what’s left.”
“No.” Bran shook his head. “You’ll get the ones you want.”
He didn’t know what he was supposed to say, exactly, so he didn’t respond. He just listened to the guys laugh and play.
He wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but he found himself sandwiched between Silas and Bran in a booth, Jerusalem and Chrissy across from them, when the food came—a huge plate loaded with tacos.
“Whoa…” That was amazing.
“I know, right? So yummy.” Chrissy offered him a warm smile.
“Jamie’s favorites are the guacamole,” Bran pointed out. “Anyone else at our table prefer those?” Bran looked aroundand when everyone shook their heads, he grinned. “Excellent. It looks like there are four of those here—they’re all yours Jamie.”
“Oh. You’re all sure?” God, that was so sweet. He wasn’t starving, but he wasn’t living the high life.
Not anymore.
Bran put four tacos on his plate, then four—a variety of them—on Silas’s plate before taking four for himself. Jerusalem did the same, filling first Chrissy’s plate, then his own. Amazingly there were still a few tacos left on the big tray. It really was a feast.
“Thank you.”
“They take good care of us.” Chrissy grinned at him. “It’s magical.”
“It’s what we do,” Silas said, giving him a warm smile.
“Well, it’s super kind. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. I love tacos. You can’t be unhappy while eating tacos.” Both Silas and Bran said the last sentence together. Then they chuckled.
“How long have you two been together?” he asked, desperately curious.
Silas tilted his head and looked at Bran. “Ever since we were twenty?”
Bran nodded. “About that. So… over ten years.”
“Yeah. We found each other, now we just need our boy.”
“Indeed.”
They both turned and looked at him.
“You’ve lost a son?” Oh god. How horrifying. “I’m so sorry.”
Silas frowned. “What? No, no. We haven’t lost anyone. I’m talking about our third. Partner. We’re made to be a triangle. Bran and I are like two peas in a pod, and we need a boy of our own to balance us.”
“Oh… Oh!” His eyes went wide and his cheeks burned. “Shit, I’m so sorry.”
“No apologies are needed.” Silas put a hand on his thigh, squeezed gently. “It was an easy mistake.”
