by Aiden Bates
"Honest," Harry said. "Ha. That's rich. Here I've been for the last twenty years wondering why, out of all the men in the world, I was the one who had to fall in love with someone who wasn't attracted to him, and everyone has known about this but me ."
"I didn't," Luke said quietly .
"I did." Teddy reached up to push his glasses up his nose and planted his thumb right in the middle of one of the lenses .
"Carter men are a bit dense," Robert said, leaning around Harry's arm to raise his glass to Jay .
"I'll show you dense." Harry wrapped his fingers in Robert's collar, and Luke would have pulled them apart if Teddy hadn't gotten tangled up with him at the wrong moment. "I'm going to make this perfectly clear, just the way I should have twenty years ago," he growled just before he lunged forward and slammed their mouths together .
"Holy shit ."
Luke wasn't sure who had said it, but he agreed wholeheartedly with the sentiment. Shock was like white noise in his brain as he stared at them, unable to process what was happening .
Robert couldn't seem to believe it either, shoving Harry off him with a hard smack on the back of the head. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He didn't give anyone time to explain. "Whatever you're thinking, Harry Carter, you stop it right this instant. I have never, in all my fifty-three years, taken anyone's pity, and I'm not about to start today ."
"Oh, shut up," Harry snapped, rubbing his head. "Does it look like I pity you? I've been in love with you for so long that even Sarah laughed at me for it. You used to bring home those guys from the beach, and I'd get so fucking angry because I was just as good looking as they were. God knows I was a better conversationalist. But no, Robert Noble never even glanced my direction. She had a plaque made, for our third anniversary, said 'First Runner Up' on it." He shook his head. "I'll never understand her damned humor ."
"You got mad about the men from the beach?" Robert said, his voice rising. Luke started backing toward the door, dragging Teddy with him. "I suppose that's why you started picking up those lovely young ladies in their string bikinis the summer after Sarah died. Have you ever even slept with a man?" Harry blushed, and he rolled his eyes. "Exactly ."
"The only man I've ever wanted to fuck wasn't interested," Harry snapped .
"Oh yeah," Robert said, getting to his feet so that he was nose to nose with the other man. "I'll believe it when I see it." And then they were kissing, dragging each other closer desperately .
Eyes wide, Luke backed out of the room. The front of the condo was quiet now, a pile of vase fragments sitting in a dustpan on the coffee table. The front door was closed and locked. Cody looked like he was trying to decide whether to push some furniture in front of it .
"Vivian is on her way," Kurt said as Luke shut the door behind them firmly, holding a very quiet Jay under one arm and pouring Teddy into a chair with the other .
"The kitchen is occupied," Luke said, burying his face in Jay's hair and trying to process everything .
Jay shivered against him, laughing a little. "It's very occupied. I think we may need to scrub the counters before we use them again ."
Kurt groaned, digging out his wallet with irritated movements .
"I'm telling you, man. Stop betting against Teddy," Cody said, watching the money change hands .
"You guys had a betting pool on my dad?" Luke asked, his voice cracking. Kurt just looked down his nose, not dignifying such an obvious question with an answer. "I hate you all ."
Inside the kitchen, something crashed to the floor, and Teddy jerked upright in his seat. "Potatoes are done," he announced, then proceeded to slide out of his chair and curl up on the floor .
For a long moment, everything was quiet, and then Cody snorted. Jay giggled, high and sweet, and that was it. Luke threw his head back and laughed. He laughed until he and Jay were spread out on the floor next to a snoring Teddy. He laughed until his father and Uncle Robert came out of the kitchen looking sheepish and rumpled. He laughed until Vivian showed up, so confused that she threatened to drop her casserole on his head .
Dragging Jay closer, he pressed a laughing kiss against his lips and whispered. "Merry Christmas, baby ."
Epilogue
"J unior, get that out of your mouth ."
Jay rolled his eyes, grabbing the t-shirt his two-year-old daughter was chewing on. "Why don't you go see Grandpa?" he told her when she started to cry. Scooping her up in his arms, he bounced her on his hip as he headed for the back deck .
The breeze off the lake felt amazing on his overheated skin. They'd finished construction on his state of the art studio less than a month ago, and he was still trying to get everything organized the way he wanted it .
"Dada."
Biting his lip, Jay hid his laugh in her wispy hair. "Dada is concentrating, baby ."
Luke was sitting at their tiny game table, glaring at his cards as if he could change his hand with enough concentration. After Junior had gummed her way through their last pack of cards, she was banished from the game table .
Robert, watching them with a book open on his lap, snorted when Harry flipped his cards over with a grin. "I told you, Luke. Your father cheats ."
"Only at love, darling," Harry said, batting his lashes. The plain gold wedding rings that glinted from their hands were still new enough to be shiny, and Jay wasn't expecting the honeymoon period to wear off anytime soon .
"Can you watch her while I fold the rest of the laundry?" Jay asked, setting his daughter down on Robert's lap. "She's discovered a love of poly-blend ."
"Miss Sarah Jacqueline," Robert cooed, bouncing the baby on his knee until she giggled. "Why do you have to wound your grandpa's soul like that ?"
"Because it would be so much better if she drooled her way through Jay's cashmere sweaters," Luke said, throwing down his cards in disgust. "You realize that you're the only one who doesn't call her Junior, right, Uncle Robert ?"
"It's not my fault that you gave her a name bigger than she is. She'll be in college before she learns to say it all." He stuck his tongue out at Luke. "Call me Papa, and I'll consider it ."
Rolling his eyes, Luke got to his feet and headed over to steal a kiss. Jay went up on his toes and gave it .
"She'll grow into it," he said, smoothing a hand over her hair. He knew it was a bit much, Sarah Jacqueline Roberta Collins-Carter, but there had been a lot of people he wanted to honor .
"Or she'll be sensible and drop half of it," Harry muttered. "I thought I'd handle dinner tonight. Fire up the grill, make some steaks. Luke, you always used to love it when I made grilled potatoes ."
"It was grilled turnips, Dad," Luke said, and Jay was proud that there was only a little bit of tension in his voice. He gave his husband another kiss for his efforts .
There were still times that Luke and his father got into shouting matches. Times that Robert showed up on their doorstep to get drunk. Times that Jay got off the phone with his mother and wanted to throw things. It was getting better, though, and they were all trying, for Junior's sake and their own .
And maybe the announcement that he made later would add another reason to keep trying. Smiling to himself, he leaned back in Luke's arms. "Laundry can wait," he announced. "This is a vacation. Who's up for some laying around doing nothing ?"
Junior burbled cheerfully, and they all laughed .
Maybe it hadn't turned out how he expected. Maybe, just maybe, it had turned out better .
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Acknowledgments
Without these amazing people the book would not be the book it is today, Thank you so much !
Kathy Coutinho
Auran Siano
Bob Palmatier
Zoe Mogensen
Cindra Hatake
Vanessa St. James
Carrie S .
Rebecca Clark
Trust Fund Baby
(Frat Boys Baby: Book 1)
Aiden Bates and Austin Bates
© 2017
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