Page 60 of Hey, Stepbro

Blakely and I exchange glances, silently urging each other to find the courage to speak up. We've been in love for quite some time now, but it's finally time to come clean about our feelings for one another.

"Actually, Dad," I begin, my voice wavering slightly. "There's something we need to tell you."

Stephen’s gaze shifts between Blakely and me. "You know you can talk to us about anything."

Taking a deep breath, Blakely and I look at each other, seeking reassurance before turning back to our dads.

"We're queer," we say in unison, our voices firm with conviction despite our pounding hearts.

For a moment, silence fills the room as Nathaniel and Stephen absorb the news. Their expressions are unreadable, and I find myself holding my breath, waiting for their response.

"Well, I knewyouwere queer, sweetie," Stephen says to Blakely. "But Brock?"

I nod. "I'm queer for Blakely."

Finally, Nathaniel lets out a chuckle, his eyes warm and understanding. "I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, huh?" He smiles at Stephen, who nods in agreement, his own smile breaking through.

"Boys, we love you no matter what," Stephen says, his voice choked with emotion. "We want you to be happy and true to yourselves."

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as relief plays my senses like a celestial harp, and I can see Blakely is similarly moved. Our family may not be traditional, but the love and acceptance we share makes us stronger than ever.

"Thank you, Dad," Blakely whispers, wiping away a tear that escaped and rolled down his cheek. "Your support means the world to us."

"Absolutely," I add, trying to keep my voice steady. "We were both really nervous about telling you guys, but your reaction has made it so much easier."

Nathaniel reaches across the table, placing his hand on mine. "Brock, Blakely, you're our sons and we'll always have your backs. Love is love, and we're proud of who you are."

"Exactly," Stephen chimes in, giving Blakely's hand a reassuring squeeze. "We want you both to be happy, safe, and healthy—no matter who you love."

"Speaking of which," Nathaniel says with a grin, "we still expect you two to bring home grandkids someday, got it?"

"Of course, Dad," Blakely chuckles through his tears, and I join in the laughter.

The atmosphere at the table feels lighter as we finish our steak and asparagus, like the sun after a storm. The conversation flows easily, filled with teasing, shared memories, and plans for the future. It's clear that we've only grown stronger, and I'm more grateful than ever to have these incredible people in my life.

"Hey, Brock?" Blakely asks quietly as we clear the dishes later that night.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for being my rock through all this. I couldn't have done it without you."

I smile at him, my heart swelling with love for my stepbrother—my partner. "Always."

Blakely glances at me, his eyes shining with a mix of love and uncertainty. "Can I talk to you upstairs for a moment?"

I wonder what might be on his mind. "Lead the way."

We climb the stairs together, Blakely's hand in mine, an unspoken connection growing stronger with each step. As we enter his room, he turns to face me, his eyes locking onto mine.

"I've been thinking... I'm ready to take our relationship to the next level. I want us to have sex for the first time."

A rush of excitement buzzes inside me at words, but also concern. "Are you sure, Blake? This is a big step, and I don't want you to feel pressured in any way."

"Trust me," Blakely says with conviction, "I've never been more certain about anything in my life. I love you and I want to share this experience with you."

"Okay," I reply softly, understanding the weight of his decision. "But we're going to take it slow and make sure you're comfortable every step of the way, alright?"

"Hell yes." Blakely smiles, wrapping his arms around me as we share a tender kiss.

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