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kcyang688:

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When we got married, we had the small ceremony in an old church in a part of town that was still borderline rural. You faced one way at night and you could see nothing but blackness over the meadows and pastures and cattle fences; if you faced the other you could see the lights of the highway in the far distance. That highway replaced the train line that gave this town its existence. All the business went up on the other side of the highway, where the river was, but not down here. Was all quiet down here. Perfect little place to get married. Just thirty minutes away from the farm your husband Silas grew up on. He was not much of a cattleman, but thankfully, he found computers and they gave him a career.

Still, Silas loved this little church from his childhood. I think besides the actual getting hitched part, it was his favorite part of the wedding. It was aging and dry rotted, held up with lots of nails and many coats of paint. The wind whistled through in places. But it felt holy and sacred to him.

Ten years later, we were back in town to visit his ailing mother and we drove past the church. It was abandoned. All boarded up. Silas was saddened. The land was for sale. The sign was faded and stuck in the corner of the plot. I didn’t say anything and my husband didn’t notice it. When we got home, I called the owner and bought it. Dirt cheap. I gave it to Silas as an anniversary present. We moved back from the city where we were miserable and spent the next couple years renovating it and adding on.

Now it’s our home. The day we were “done” – like, “done done” – the day we could stop fixin’ and start living, Silas paused in the center of the vestibule and put an arm around my waist. Buttons, our fluffball of a dog, looked up at us curiously.
“This is our home,” Silas says as he beams with pride.
“It is,” I agree. “Our home.
“I don’t think I ever thanked you for buying it for me.”
“Your happiness is thanks enough.”

I got a squeeze of a hug and a kiss for that. We both paused to admire the work we’ve done.

“Soo…Silas.”
“Yes?”
“Wanna start a family?”

I wish I had a photo of the expression on his face. I mean, what did he think we built those extra rooms for! In time, we did fill them though. We just took some time for ourselves first in our little church, out there, on the prairie. It still whistled a little, but that was my favorite part.

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thecabinchronicles:

#indoorsurvival. Franconia Notch State Park, New Hampshire P: @whitneyharperlee | #thecabinchronicles

(Fictional story contains NSFW content below:)

Ramses knocked the snow off his boots.

“Hey love,” Jamie cooed. “How’s the roads?”

“Oh you know, awful.”

“We’re going to be snowed in aren’t we?” Jamie took Ramses’s coat and snuck a kiss on his cold lips. “Mm frosty. We’re going to be stuck here probably through Christmas aren’t we?”

“I reckon. I stayed a bit late to get the mail. We got some things, so we’ll eat least have Christmas,” Jamie said.

“Well that’s good! Speaking of Christmas, I have something I want to show you. I came up with the solution to our Christmas tree problem.”

“Oh?” Ramses asked. “Did you?”

“Let’s get the packages in first, then I’ll show you.”

“Alright, love.”

Jamie shrugged on his coat and shoved his feet in his boots. In ten minutes, they had the groceries and supplies unloaded – including their mutt Moonie who spent the time eating snow. Ramses was then made to wait in the entryway for Jamie to run to the kitchen to put the perishables in the refrigerator. He soon came trotting back.

“Ok what did you want to show me?” Ramses asked.

Jamie took his hand and lead him from the entryway around the corner to the living room. “What do you think?”

Ramses looked at the pretty birch boughs draped with Christmas lights. It was definitely pretty, both rustic and cozy. He smiled. It checked off all the boxes. It was minimalist and clean looking. it didn’t take up space in the small living room. It didn’t kill a tree. Moonie wouldn’t pee under it. And it wasn’t an immediate fire hazard.

“It’s a deconstructed tree. How did you think of that?” Ramses asked.

Jamie folded his arms in a way where he cupped his elbows in his palms; he looked pleased with himself. “Moonie brought me a birch stick earlier. She gave me the idea. I found some boughs in the wood pile, but during my walk this morning I found many that fell from the ice storm in November. I sawed them to length, and voila! They’re not treated though so we’ll have to watch out for bugs…”

Ramses smiled. “I love it. You are so creative. You constantly amaze me.” He pulled Jamie closer for an intimate kiss.

“Thank y-MMn your lips are still freezing!”

“Warm em up?”

“Mmhm…”

Ramses enjoyed Jamie’s mouth. Soon he could feel something hard pressed against his thigh. “I think I need to give your first Christmas present.”

“Dick?” Jamie teased. “Did you put a bow on it?”

“Would you like me too?” Ramses shot back with an eyebrow wiggle.

Jamie laughed “It’d be funny. But if it’s not dick then what is it?”

“Just wait a moment!” Ramses trotted upstairs to the loft. Finding two places in a wood cabin to hide presents from one another wasn’t easy – but they had it worked out. Ramses put his in the attic, Jamie in the cellar.

Jamie sat on the sofa and watched the fire until Ramses came back. He was surprised to see his partner carrying a handful of wrapped gifts.

“You want me to open all of those right now?”

“No no… just one.” Ramses knelt down and put them under the birch boughs. “Just want to put the presents out.”

Jamie smiled. “Now that we have somewhere to put them.”

“Right. There’s more upstairs…plus the mail…”

“Later, love. My boner isn’t going to wait. Just watching you squat is making me leak.”

Ramses shot Jamie a look. “God you know casual sexy talk drives me insane.”

Jamie spread his legs on the sofa and massaged himself through his jeans. “It does feel wet in here though…”

Ramses licked his lips. “Here, open this so we can go upstairs already. I want you.”

jamie grinned at him. “Impatient aren’t we.” He accepted a rectangular package. He carefully undid the paper until the contents revealed itself. Only then did he bark out a laugh. “Oh my god, it IS a dick! And it had a bow on it.”

It was Ramses turn to look pleased. “Well an artificial dick is still a dick. It has this vibrating pulse thing… so like, you don’t have to get those shoulder and arm cramps while you suck me and play with yourself at the same time.”

Jamie inspected it. “That’s such a thoughtful way to say you want me to play with your balls more during oral.”

Ramses burst out laughing. “God you are so fun. I swear it’s for you.”

Jamie smirked. “Why don’t you show me how it works? Loosen me up real good and then give me the real thing?”

“…I’ll go get the batteries right now.”

Two hours later, they late spent and depleted on stained flannel sheets. Jamie paused drawing circles in Ramses’s chest hair. “Oh I never said thank you.”

“For what?” Ramses mumbled. He wasn’t quite in the present. His mind was rewinding and rewatching the scenes of Jamie arched and pleading under him, the scenes of Jamie’s body quivering from the impact of every hard fuck. Ramses’s muscles weren’t quite back online yet from all that and he was too tired to lift his head.

“I meant thank you for the dildo. Seriously I can’t believe I had three orgasms between you and it.”

“You’re welcome. You are beautiful when you cum, did you know that?”

Jamie blushed. “No. I always thought of my o face would be kind of a comical one.”

“No, it’s beautiful. You’re in throes of ecstasy. That’s what makes me cum.”

Jamie snuggled up to him. “I like knowing i make you cum that way.”

Ramses pulled him close. “It’s true. I really hope we have enough batteries to last this snow storm…”

“Oh come on, we have to eat sometime.”

Ramses chuffed. “And open presents. And make Christmas dinner.”

“You can fuck me while I make Christmas dinner.”

“I accept your invitation.” Ramses sighed. “God I love Christmas.”

“Me too.” Jamie. “I think I love you more though.”

“You think?”

“I was talking to the dildo.” Jamie giggled.

Ramses laughed. “God, you are fun. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Ramses.” They shared a kiss, and watched the snow fall outside the windows as darkness set in.

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hertribe:

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“I mean, this garden is quaint and all Mike, but really have you thought about this seriously?”
Mike takes off his gloves. “What do you mean, take this seriously?”
“You’re throwing your whole career away to raise a kid? I mean, come on Mike, I think it’s sweet you want to be a stay at home dad but why you and not Daniel? Daniel’s a designer, can’t he work from home? We need you at the office.”
Mike considered his supervisor. “Well, Hampton, it was kind of you to come out here and talk to me in person. But I don’t think you really want me back at the office because I’m a valuable team member. I think old man Cavington realized just how much work I was doing, considering I absorbed Monica’s job after she left with pretty much no pay increase. Funny how never quite got around to replacing her. And I’m guessing he’s since hired someone who can’t keep up since I’ve been on paternity leave, and now you have to hire someone else to do the rest of the work, and it’ d be easier and cheaper to have me there to take advantage of again.

Hampton narrowed his eyes, “Hey now. You were still paid well, and Cavington takes care of us.”

“I was paid well for the job I was doing at 45 hours a week. Not working 70 hours a week. Look, I appreciate that you came out here, and told me I’m valuable, but I’m not coming back. I’m happy out here, being a stay at home dad., working in the garden, raising our little girl. Adopted children need more support in their lives.
And for your knowledge, Daniel doesn’t like working at home because he gets distracted. He gets more work done in the office. We didn’t make the decision how to structure our family lightly. And to be fair – if I was a woman staying home to raise our kid, I doubt you’d be here.”
“That’s unfair.”
“Maybe. But I know why Monica quit. Cavington wouldn’t leave her alone.”
Hampton didn’t say anything.
“Yeah. Look, you’re a nice guy. Just don’t be doing Cavington’s dirty work for him. Honestly Hampton, you should be getting paid more too. I heard Quantic’s is hiring. I bet you could get paid a lot more there,” Mike says.
Hampton studies him. “I see. Well. I gotta get back into the city before traffic gets bad. Good luck Mike. If you change your mind by Friday, let me know.“
“Ok Hampton. Thanks for coming.”

They shook hands. Hampton left. His car was probably still warm. Mike listened to it drove off. He tilted his head up and felt the sun on his face. At his feet Caroline babbled and chewed on a leaf. This was the best decision he ever made. Office life wasn’t for him. This was better.
“Oh honey don’t put a rock in your mouth. Come on, let’s finish weeding. We want to make a nice salad for when daddy comes home for dinner. And let’s do a load of laundry – and give you a bath. Goodness your feet are filthy!” Mike tickled her toes and she giggled. Mike’s chest filled with love. God, he enjoy being a stay at home dad. There was so many perks – like the increase in sex he was getting now too was also nice. He looked forward to Daniel coming home so he could greet his man with a big kiss.

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Daryn looked at Adam. “How long has he been gone?”
Adam looked at his watch. “Fifteen min–woah woah!” He dropped his silverware and swooped in to stop their five year old from pouring the entire thing of gravy all over his plate. “There you go, Sam, just a little bit.”
“Can I put gravy on yours Daddy?”
“Sure, let’s do it together.”
After they set it down, Adam looked at Daryn. “You should go check on him.”
Daryn ate a bit of stuffing and thought. “Yeah he should be back by now.” He wiped his face with his napkin and set it down. “Be right back everyone.”

Daryn padded through the kitchen, socks making muffled footfalls on the hardwood floors. The house was old and it creaked around him, from the snow heavy on the roof to the grunting of the furnace. He looked around the house, and his concerns were beginning to rise. The lad’s shoes were still by the door though.

Daryn eventually located Jason in the basement they were currently refinishing. He heard him before he saw him, sniffling. “Hey Jason are you down here?”
“Ah fuck,” he said to himself. “Yeah.”
“You ok?”
“Yeah I’m fine, sorry, I’ll be up in a minute.”
Daryn stopped on the stairs. “You don’t sound fine. Was it the food? You barely touched anything.”
“No, food’s fine. It’s fine. I’ll be up in a minute.”
A pause. “Do you want to talk?”
“No.”
“Well is it ok if I come sit next to you for a bit.”
“I guess.”

Daryn clicked his tongue. It was so hard to be 17. He stopped in the half finished bathroom to grab a box of tissues. They had put them down there cause of all the dust which kept making them sneeze. He sat down on the floor and pushed the box to Jason.
"Thanks,” he muttered.
Daryn nodded and bumped him with his foot. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
“Are you homesick?”
Jason pulled his knees up and rested his arms on them. He wouldn’t look at Daryn. “A little.”
“Is it your first Thanksgiving not at home?”
Jason sniffled again. He didn’t answer right away. “They didn’t call.”
“What? I can’t hear you.”
“They didn’t call,” Jason repeated a bit louder.
“Ooohh.”
That seemed to break the floodgates. Jason couldn’t push the tears off his face as fast as they were falling. “They haven’t called me. We do Thanksgiving every year. I always peel the apples for the pie, and they always made sure I was in the picture we take. But they haven’t called. It’s like they already forgot about me.” He began to sob.
Daryn exhaled. “Shit.” He slid over until he was next to Jason and put his arm over his shoulder. “There, there. Cry as much as you need to.”
“Why haven’t they?”

“Well. Jason. I don’t really know your parents. But I do know that when you bring a child into this world – or adopt, like we did to Sam – that it’s your responsibility to love your child no matter what. And to take care of them, so they turn out to be a good member of society. And your parents kicked you out for being gay and "going against the church”. And I’m sorry, that makes them shitty people. They didn’t call because they suck.“

Jason raised his head and stared at Daryn as if he had grown horns.

"Shitty people don’t kick a 16 year old out in fucking January in MAINE, and make live in a shelter while he finishes school. And shitty people don’t not care about your grades. And shitty people don’t ignore their only son on Thanksgiving. I’m sure they have nice attributes, and can be nice, but what they did? Shitty.”
Jason blew his nose and hiccuped. “You know, I’ve talked to a lot of adults about this…at my school, the therapists at the shelter. And they always say ‘I’m sorry’.” Jason mimicked them in a whiny voice. “’Oh Jason, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m sure they didn’t mean it. I’m sure they regret it. I’m sure they miss you.’ But you’re like the first adult who had said that they flat out suck.”

“…Should I apologize?” Daryn hesitated to ask.

“No,” Jason insisted. “Cause you’re right. They ARE shitty. It was a shitty, mean and cruel thing to do. I could have DIED being homeless in January. In Maine. And like, fuck, that means they’d rather have a dead son than a gay son. And who would want parents like that? Fuck, Sam is lucky.” And then he started crying again.
Daryn pulled him into his arms and let him soak his sweater. “There, there…aww it’s alright. It’s going to be ok. Maybe one day they will look back on the photos without you in them, and regret it, and apologize. But it’ll be up to you to accept that or not. And maybe they’ll call one day. Maybe not. No matter what happens, you’re always welcome to spend the holidays with us.”
“R-really?” Jason hiccuped.
“Yep.”
“I’m glad you guys particpiated in this match program the shelter has. I like Adam’s guitar class a lot.”
“Oh don’t tell him that, it’ll go right to his head. He thinks he’s Eric Clapton.”
That got Jason laughing a little. “He kind of looks like him, a bit.”
“Oh definitely don’t tell him that either.”
That lightened the mood, broke the spell. Daryn let Jason finish his reserve of tears, and then clean out his nose. He also waited for Jason to wash his face. As they were walking up the stairs, Jason’s stomach growled. “Was that me?”
“It was.”
“Fuck, I just realized I’m starving.”
“You’re 17, you should be eating everything.”
“I want to eat everything.”
“Permission granted.” Daryn saluted. Jason smiled.

When they got back to the dining room. Adam gave them a “welcome back”. None of the 14 people there asked questions. Jason was just folded back into the conversation like he’d never left. He dug into his plate, and then took seconds.

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navygay22:

Bedtime❤️

“Aww James look,” I whisper.
James walks into the living room. “Aww,” he whispers back. “They’re so young and adorable and in love.”
I slip an arm around his waist. “Don’t they remind you of us a little?”
James thinks. “Mm. You mean back when I had hair?”
I chuff through my nose. “You’re sexy bald.”
“You’re biased.”
“Am not.” I lean my head on his shoulder. “The poor babes…they’re exhausted..”
“Aye, they are,” James responds.

These stray lads were young runaways. They had left their rural homes in North Carolina for the guarantee of work and money from the summer season at Myrtle Beach. They had plans to start community college in the spring with the money earned, and were already enrolled. Getting told to evacuate Myrtle Beach because of Hurricane Florence hadn’t been on their itinerary. They desperately wanted more weeks of work to save up money, and now the Hurricane as threatening to wipe the hotel where they work off the map. As well as you know, the shitty apartment building where they live.

The real problem though was that they had no where to go during the mandatory evacuation. One of them, Kayden, had posted on Reddit asking about shelters for gay youth in the Carolinas that may take them – and James thought this was silly. We had a perfectly good spare room in Raleigh. He approached me with the idea to take these two lads, and I agreed in a heartbeat.

Both had arrived via bus today and were exhausted. They had settled in to watch the news, and just dozed off.

I nuzzle James. “Let’s give them their privacy.”
James hooks his fingers into my belt-loops. “You know, love, I think I’m a bit jealous of them.”
“…Jealous?” I repeat. We walk out of the living room and into the kitchen together.
“Yeah. Look at them. Out in the world and gay and surviving like it’s no big deal. They’re not scared at all. It’s so remarkable how much the world has changed.”
“Mmm… well remember they did run away from home because of homophobia.”
“True. But for the most part, no one cares. Gay marriage is even legal now. I’m jealous of how much fight they have. I spent so much of my life hiding,” James says.
“You did. I thought you were straight for like, two years when I met you.”
“Ahaha, I forgot about that.”
I take a glass down from the cabinet and fill it with water. “I was shocked when Jane told me you had a crush on me.”
“I was so shocked you didn’t know. But also shocked you said yes to a date…”
I smile. “It was an easy decision. Man, I had so much fun sneaking you into my dorm room and fucking on that tiny bunk bed.”
James grins. “Man, that was fun, even if we risked being kicked out of university if we were caught together.”
I reminisce. “Yeah. Man, that was wild.” I sip my water. “Hey James?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve been thinking…that maybe I want to help these boys a little bit more than how we are.”
James leans against the counter. “How?”
“Money. They need money. This Hurricane is going to ruin their lives. But besides that, they need support. Guidance. They probably have no gay role models.” James was staring at me. I shrug. “I don’t know, just have this urge to protect them.”

James furrows his brow and stares off into space. “Oh my god you’re right. They have no idea about anything. About sex, about love…”
“About the community, about kink, about clubs, about Pride…”
James folds his arms. “They need fairy godparents.”

I laugh. “Well honey, I’m the fairy in this equation.”
James sticks his tongue out at me. “Well, we’re covered then.”
“Are you like, ok with it though?”
“Well, we barely know them, but I do agree with you. They will need help. And we have money to spare. I like the idea of giving back to the community, for all the help I received through-out the years. We need to be strong as a group.”
“Yes. Yes, I agree. We have to support each-other. It may be easier now, but it will always hard to be gay in a straight world.”

James walks over, puts his fingers in my belt loops, and kisses me. “You are the kindest soul.”
I smile and wrap my arms around him. Outside, it starts to rain. We look at each-other. The storms are here. We are safe though, and our guests are safe, and James and I share a look of contentment.

“Do you want to take a bath?” James asks.
I brighten. “I’d love to. As long as you don’t comment on my knees creaking when I get out of the tub.”
“Fine, as long as you don’t comment how saggy my balls are now…”
I laugh. “I like your balls.”
”Pffft. No way. You do?”
“Yeah. They’re sexy.”
James looks at me like I’m crazy. It only makes me laugh harder. Marrying him has been a fun adventure. I hope our guests learn something from us. After all, we’re them thirty years in the future.

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A Nantucket Summer.

Julian dropped his hands to his sides and sighed. He looked over his shoulder at the car, then out to sea.
“Honey, it’s time to go,” Luke called.
Julian didn’t move right away. He inhaled, filling his lungs with salt air. “Is it really time to go?”
Luke paused. He closed the car door and walked over to where Julian was standing by the fence. His leather slippers made muffled crunching noises as he walked across the gravel interspersed between decorative paving stones. When Luke got close enough, he wrapped his arms around Julian’s shoulders. “Did you fall in love with this place?”
Julian sniffled. “Yes.”
“It’s pretty here.”
“Yeah. it is pretty. It’s not just that, though.
“What is it?” Luke asked.
I …I feel more in love with you here, than back home.”
“What?”
“I don’t know.” Julian reached up and covered Luke’s hands with his own. “It’s so romantic here. We’re unclothed or naked like all the time. We sleep with the doors and windows open…we make love on the beach. we drink wine on a pier, enjoy an afternoon out on a boat, we eat outside, you make your teaching plans for the fall, I paint like a madman until three in the morning…”
Luke nuzzles Julian’s ear. “It is romantic. But it’s only romantic because you’re here with me – in my bed, on our porch, on the boat, on the beach. In my arms.” He lowered his voice. “Under me.”
Julian shivered.
“But you are also in New York City with me. And you’re the only reason New York is magical to me.”
Julian startled. “Really?”
“Yes. We walk in Central Park together, we drink coffee at cafes, we curl up under the blankets, we buy the first harvest of apples at the Union Square Farmre’s market, we make love as the snow buries us outside…you bring me lunches at the University with paint on your clothes, and you walk me home in the dark after meeting me at the subway station.  It’s…well.”
“Romantic?”
“Yeah,” Luke said. “It is.”
Julian turned around to face Luke and studied him. He had some lines on his face he didn’t use to. With his loose curls pulled back in a short ponytail like that, Julian could really see the greys now. Streaks of them. But Luke didn’t look old. He looked sophisticated and wise. And handsome. Julian rubbed the ring on his own hand with his thumb. He smiled.
“What?” Luke asked, the corner of his mouth going up on one side. His cheeks looked a little pink under the tan. “Why are you smiling?”
“Cause I made the right choice in marrying you. I’ll never love anymore more in my life.” Julian planted a kiss on Luke’s surprised mouth. He slipped away and began to walk toward the car. “Come on honey, we need to get going or we’ll get stuck on the FDR.”
Luke fumbled for words. He felt oddly warm and flustered. “Uh yeah – right, right. Coming.” He gave the ocean one last look, and followed Julian to the car.

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aphrodites-anus:

Pikesville, Maryland
1927

Jonathan laughed at a joke Wilford told him. “Well that’s quite wild, but don’t be making jokes like that in front of the boss!”
“Well, that’s why I told it before I went in!”
Jonathan chuckled. “You are the most entertaining man in the office, WIlford.”
Wilford smirks and tips his hat. “Kind of you to say. Now, I am going into the office and I will behave.”
“Oh you do that. I will be coming in soon.”

Jonathan wiped the crumbs off his lap. He had purchased breakfast from a bakery nearby, but chose to sit and eat it outside instead of at his desk. It was a beautiful spring day and everything was coming alive. He was distracted by their secretary Mary hurrying toward him at a fast shuffle.

“Goodness, Marybelle, what is the rush? Emergency typing?”
She swatted at him. “No, you rascal, I have something serious to tell you.”
“Well what is it?”
She looked around. “Not here. When you get settled, call me into your office ok?”
Jonathan looked bewildered. “Copy, darlin. I’ll make my way in.”
Mary adjusted her skirts. “Thank you.” And then marched inside.

Jonathan went to his office and opened a window. He went through his planner, and then set to writing a letter. “Mary? Darlin’ could you come in here please?” He called out through the open door.
The telephone rang. “One moment please.” Jonathan waited. He soon heard her heels on the wood floor.
“Well what is it?”
She closed the door and a smiled bloomed on her face. “I have your answer to your prayers.”
Jonathan stared at her.
She folded her skirt under her and sat down at the chair opposite his desk. “I’m in the family way,” she whispered.

Jonathan’s eyes went wide. “Marybelle, you aren’t–!”
She noticed the open window and got up to shut it. “I am. Very much am. Doctor thinks it’s over a month now.”
“Well I – congratulations?” Jonathan tilted his head. A spike of jealousy went through him but he tried to be cordial.
“I want you and Samuel to have it.”
Jonathan dropped his pen and gasped. “Marybelle! Did you – did you get pregnant just for-”
She waved her hands in front of him. “No, no. I saw a suitor back in March. Things …well, you know. When I found out I was pregnant, I told him. He gave me a few dollars, told me to do the right thing, and vanished.” Her cheeks turned red.
“What a bastard,” Jonathan murmured.
“He is,” she said. She pushed a tear out of her eye. “He didn’t care about me or the baby. He would rather me die on a back alley abortion table than burden him with responsibility.”
Jonathan reached out to caressed her arm. “My apologies. Being a woman isn’t easy in the city.”
She nodded. “Part of me wishes I stayed in Maine, but part of me knows this is what happens to city girls who let their emotions make choices for them. Which is why I want to make some good come out of this. Please, won’t you and Samuel at least think about it?”
“Mary…”
“ I may be fired once i start showing, being unmarried and all, so you may only have one or two months left to make a decision.”
“I won’t let that happen!”
Mary smiled. “You’re sweet, Jonathan. I would have gone after you if…”
Jonathan gave a crooked smile. “If you haven’t caught me and Samuel being sweet at the Christmas party last year?”
“That, yes,” she chuckled girlishly.
“I am glad it was you that caught us. Oh, I shouldn’t have drank so much wine…I was such a fool.”
Mary swatted him. “We all drank too much. Did I ever tell you I was coming out in the garden to vomit?”
Jonathan burst out laughing. “I did not! That’s not very ladylike.”
“No it isn’t, but you know, city girls.”
They shared a chuckle.
Jonathan grew quiet. He glanced at his mostly blank letter and then spoke agian.
“Mary…this is, erm, quite something, this gift you want to give us. Honestly it’s just now sinking in what you told me. I almost don’t want it be real, because the thought of having the idea taken from me is almost too painful. It’s all Samuel wants is to be a father.”
Mary smiled. “The baby will grow with our hope. I know you’ll raise it well. And I’ll be nearby.”
“Yes. Oh Mary…” Jonathan took his hands in her own. “Bless you. Thank you.”
“Oh, it makes me so happy you agree. So very happy.” She pulled her hand out of Jonathan’s so she could wipe away from tears. Jonathan gave her his hankie.
“Thank you.”
“Of course. Have you seen a physician?”
“Yes. That’s how I knew I was a month.”
”Oh right.”
”I have to go buy some special vitamins, but I’m going to wait until the weekend when I have to go pay my electricity bill. It’s on the other side of town and I can get the vitamins at the pharmacy there without anyone noticing.”
“You are so determined. I hope this baby will be fierce and headstrong like you.”
Mary swallowed. “Please don’t make me cry at work.”
Jonathan chuckled. “I am so sorry. But I am so grateful. I cannot wait to tell Samuel when I come home tonight. I do wish I could phone him, but I don’t want to pull him away from work at the factory. We may need the money, it looks like.”
Mary stood and smiled. “Always sensible. I want a full report on his response the next day.”
“You will get it, absolutely. May I call you at home?”
Mary wrote down her number. “It’s a boarding house, but just ask for me and the matron will find me.”
Jonathan pocketed it. “Thank you. I will.”
“Now, Mr. Greyson, do you need any other reports typed this afternoon?”
Jonathan chuffed. “No, Mary that’ll be all. If anyone asks why your eyes are red, tell them I scolded you on typos.”
“Oh you couldn’t scold me if I set the typewriter on fire!”
“…Can you do that?”
Mary left the room laughing and went back to her desk at the front. Jonathan sat in his chair for a while and then went to open the window again. He glanced out at the buds in the trees, the pretty colors erupting in the flower beds. Everything was coming alive. Oh, it would be so hard to hold in this joyous news for the whole work day. Jonathan spent a good twenty minutes thinking how to tell Samuel before reluctantly going back to work. Oh, wow, a baby of their own! How was he supposed to focus on that letter now??

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That moment of knowing that your fears are totally unfounded, that your trust in him has paid off, is bliss. When a slow song comes on, and all he wants is to cuddle you skin to skin? Bliss. To be shirtless in a throbbing gay club and he hasn’t flirted with anyone else? Bliss. Confidence. Trust. Reassurance. He’s definitely yours. He definitely likes you, like a lot.  No need to worry anymore. No reason for paranoia or jealousy. All the evidence you need is right in front of you. You wrap your arms around him and kiss the top of his head. You tell you that you love him, although you’re sure he can’t hear it over the music.

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by ccallenreese

“Are you serious? You put the milk in before the cereal?”
“Well, sort of. You just put the milk in, and keep adding handfuls of cereal until you’re done eating. It stays crunchy that way.”
“…How did I get all the way to marrying you without realizing this?”
“Well we don’t eat that much cereal, but I think cause you were too busy playing footise with my cock under the table.”
“Oh right… Still, though, bro. That cereal thing. We gotta fix that. Cereal before milk. It’s just how it goes.”
“Nope. Get on my level. Admit your inferiority.”
“Inferiority?? Why I have never been so offended in my life. Cereal before milk is a time honored tradition!”

He pauses. “Are we really doing this? Our first fight as a married couple is going to be over cereal?”
“Oh. Hm. Do you just want to skip to the make up sex?”
“Yeah ok, fine by me. Milk first though.”
“Did you say something under your breath there?”
“Hm? What? No nothing. Grab the lube, babe.”

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