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“Poor guy. I’ll snuggle hard. Promise.” Jamie sighed and let himself sleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Silas spent most of the morning in his studio, as he had for the last week. Inspiration was riding him hard, and his new pieces were full of passion, love, and beauty. Abstract as was his wont, they nonetheless spoke of the men in his life—his Bran and his boy Jamie. Just thinking of them made him smile and he put a cloth over his current work in progress and washed his hands. He needed to see them, or at least Jamie; he wasn’t sure if Bran was home yet.
He looked down at himself and pulled off his shirt, tossing it in the washer. He’d grab a new shirt in a second, but first, he headed for Jamie’s office to see if their boy could take a bit of a break from writing. Ever since he’d been fired, Jamie had thrown himself into his writing.
The door was ajar, and he knocked softly before sticking his head around it. “Hey.”
Jamie looked up with a smile. “Silas. Hey.”
Oh, their boy looked good. Happy. Healthy.
“I’m taking a break—have you got time to join me?”
“I do. The words are not flowing, and I could totally take a break.”
“No? Bad words,” he teased, opening his arm in invitation.
“Uh-huh. Terrible words.” Jamie winked at him, grinned.
He wrapped Jamie in a hug and kissed him, softly but thoroughly. “You wanna grab a drink and go sit on the swing chair out back? It looks like a lovely day.”
“Sure. Sure, that sounds like heaven. I love your garden.”
“Our garden,” he corrected. This was Jamie’s home too now.
“Right. Our garden.” Jamie hugged him tight. “I love it here, with you. I mean, it’s you and Bran…”
He hugged Jamie right back. “I know. And we love you being here with us, too. We all belong together because we’re a family, right?”
“Yes.” There wasn’t any hesitation or worry there. None. And that made his heart happy.
They went to the kitchen, and he grabbed a couple of glasses, then the lemonade from the fridge. Once he’d poured them out, he passed one to Jamie and they headed out to the back deck.
They had a lovely swing out there, and they settled, relaxing together.
“So aside from today’s naughty words, how’s it going? Are you settling into being a full-time writer?”
“I’m trying, It’s harder than I thought, being disciplined with butt in chair.”
“Oh yeah? You thought the biggest problem was not having enough time, eh?” He got that. If the inspiration wasn’t flowing through him, it was far harder to sculpt.
“Yeah. It’s just a new routine, that’s all. I need to settle into it.”
“Well, if we can do anything to help…” That’s what he and Bran were here for. To love and help their boy.
“I don’t even know what to ask for…”
“No? Is there anything you need? Anything you want that you’re not getting? Should we stock double stuff Oreos? Do youwant it to be Taco Tuesday every Tuesday? Do we need to have horror movie nights?”
Jamie shrugged and shook his head. “I’m sure I’m fine. I just need to be focused.”
“Well right now, we can focus on each other.” He gave Jamie a quick kiss before taking a sip of his lemonade. It was lovely and tart.
“That sounds like more fun than deciding what happens next in my book…”
“Yeah, I think so too. Even more fun than following the shape my current sculpture wants to take. Speaking of horror films—do you like them?”
