“Well I like it even better,” he says, making me give him a little glare. “European housewives chasing after me doesn’t sound so bad –“ I smack him on the chest now. “No groceries for you,” I murmur, shaking my head and resting it against him. “In fact, no grocery shopping at all. We’ll send Jan
We all stay outside until the sun starts to go down, which happens sooner than I thought it would – but then again, Kent and I did wake up around 1:00, so I suppose I shouldn’t be as surprised as I am. Janeen gets to her feet first, stretching. “Well,” she says, putting on an affected British acce
“Well,” Kent murmurs, nudging my ear with his nose, “we could just name the baby, and have it done with. Then you wouldn’t have to rely on vegetables, which I know you hate anyway.” I stick out my tongue a little, admitting it, and I can feel his laughter reverberate in his chest. The door opens
“I don’t know,” Kent says, contemplative, starting to get up. “No,” I say, slipping my hand to his shoulder and keeping him there. “Um…I think the baby likes you there. Wants to hear you.” I don’t know if it’s even possible for that to be true – I think the baby is too young to hear anything out
“So,” he sighs, leaning his head against mine. “Back to that question of names. Any that you like?” “Well, I was thinking Ginger,” I say, nodding down at the tea. “But you said nothing edible. So, that’s out.” He laughs at this. “I wasn’t going to let you name our kid after a fictional horse any
Kent stares at me for a long moment, steady and serious, before he slips his hand from my cheek to my neck, pulling me to him and kissing me, hard and fast like he can’t help it. My mouth opens to him in an instant and I reach for him, wrapping my hands in his shirt and using my leverage there to pu
I love Kent for many reasons, but our physical connection? It’s…definitely not at the bottom of the list. I sigh happily, reaching for a dish of macaroni and cheese in the center of the table, suddenly ravenous. Janeen just laughs at me, shaking her head, while my dad flips through a book of old
I’m perfectly happy to let our days pass as a strange mix of shared, noisy meals together book ended by a great deal of time alone with Kent. The two of us spend the spare hours between meals in our cabin or out on the sun deck, talking quietly about our plans, or about nothing. It’s precisely what
My dad greets him with such genuine joy and excitement that it makes my heart swell with joy. They talk for a few minutes about Dominic’s day before dad gives him a little nudge back towards the gate where Kent and I are waiting. Dominic gives dad a kiss before running ahead again. My dad waves to
“Papa!” Dominic shouts, startling me out of my reverie as he drops my hand and darts down the road. I look up, a huge smile breaking out on my face again as I see Kent on the sidewalk just ahead. His back is to us as he speaks companionably with the butcher, a heavy bag of his purchases already hung
As I walk down the street towards the little Italian kindergarten, the whispers start around me, as they always do. I listen to all of them, a big German Shepherd padding quietly at my heels. “Is that her?” “Yes, that’s the one – I heard she was her husband’s mistress before he married her – tha
Both Kent and I laugh, but Don Bianci – across the baptismal font from us – snaps his eyes up, perhaps not liking the joke as much as we do. But I just ignore it, because dad’s right, frankly – and it’s too happy a day to care. After the final blessing everyone applauds Dominic – he likes that, bl
“Well, it didn’t seem to affect your first very badly,” Ivan says with a shrug, peering around Kent to where Daniel is laughing with an arm around Jerome’s shoulders. “So…maybe keep it up.” I smirk, squeezing Ivan’s hand once more before standing and moving to Kent’s side, tucking myself against h
“Hey, gorgeous,” Ivan says, his mouth turned up in a smirk as I cross the churchyard, beaming at him. “Look who’s talking,” I say, laughing and reaching for him when I come close enough. Ivan wraps me in a hug, dropping a kiss to my cheek as I hold Dominic a bit to the side so he doesn’t get squis
He laughs, smiling at me genuinely. “Do I make you nervous?” he asks, blunt. I laugh, unable to help it. “Has no one bothered to tell you, in all these years, that you’re a little terrifying, Don Bianci?” He grins and shakes his head at me. “Well, considering what you accomplished, young lady, I
Two months later, we’re all gathered together again. And it is only with frustration that I see Gio and Janeen standing so close together that their arms nearly brush, even though they’re still not together. I roll my eyes, dismissing the problem for a moment as I move my eyes down to Dominic and
It's an incredible night. Kent didn’t lie, not at all, about the food either. I’m shocked by the mountains of dishes that continue to follow each other, one after another, long into the night. After a few hours of it I just mournfully watch the waiters go by because I couldn’t eat another bite if I