Page 57 of Jamie
“I haven’t been putting in many hours at the coffee shop… you know?”
“It’s my treat, of course. So if that’s your only worry…”
“Are you sure? I want to… I don’t want you to think I’m awful.”
“Nobody thinks you’re sponging off us, boy.” Bran came and sat on the other side of Jamie, put an arm around him. “We want to do things with you and to you.”
“I want you to be happy, you know? I want this so bad…”
“It’s yours. And we’re very happy.” Silas kissed his nose.
“You definitely make us happy.”
“Well, that’s good, right?” Jamie grinned at him.
“It’s awesome! Now come on, let’s go to dinner and feed each other decadent food. It’s going to be wonderful.”
“He’s right.” Bran kissed his neck. “Feeding each other is hot as hell.”
“Let me find a good shirt, I guess.”
“If you don’t have one that’s clean, you can wear one of mine,” Silas offered.
“I did laundry today, and I picked up the dry cleaning, like you asked.”
“You’re so good to your daddies, boy.” Bran gave him a soft kiss.
“I know you both are so busy…”
“Never too busy for our boy.” It was Bran who said the words, but Silas nodded his agreement vigorously.
“I know, but I don’t mind helping.” Jamie winked and headed upstairs, whistling. Someone was happier these days.
“He’s flourishing, isn’t he?” Silas asked, wanting his own observations confirmed.
Bran chuckled. “You know he is. You don’t need me to tell you.”
“I just want to be sure it isn’t just wishful thinking on my part.”
“No, your instincts are good, love. He needed us and the more he lets us in, the more into his own he becomes.”
“He’s still resisting the thought that he’s our boy, though…”
“He didn’t come to us with the knowledge that he was a boy. Give him time to get used to the idea. To realize that it doesn’t make him less of a man. You and I understand that we need each other and a boy of our own to be whole, that it doesn’t make us less our own person because of it.”
“You’re so smart.” Silas kissed Bran softly. “Now go put on something respectable so I can take the two of you out on the town.”
“Are we going to enjoy hunks of meat?”
Silas cackled. “Yes, we are indeed. Although we don’t necessarily have to go out to do that.” He waggled his eyebrows at his lover.
Bran snorted and gave him a quick kiss before heading upstairs.
He glanced outside, seeing a photographer taking a picture of their home. Weird.
Did someone want to buy the place? It wasn’t for sale. He and Bran had found their dream home, and it was perfect for three people.
He kept half an eye on the guy to make sure he moved on.
