“What? No. I can’t take that.”
“Yes!” Day grinned as he put the necklace over Goldie’s head, sweeping his long hair out of the way. “It was meant for you. All of this time, it’s been waiting for you, my angel.” He smiled, tapping the medallion where it now lay on Goldie’s chest. “There. He’ll protect you now too.”
“Baby, are you sure?” Goldie frowned. “This obviously means a lot to you.”
“You mean a lot to me,” Day argued, “and I want you to have it.” He kissed him firmly to quiet any other protests.
“Well, thank you. It’s real sweet of you.” Goldie smiled, and he pushed himself down under the covers and dropped his head into the pillows. “It was your father’s, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.” Day closed the Bible and set it on the bedside table closest to him. He slipped beneath the covers to snuggle up on Goldie’s chest with Twinkle between them. “That necklace and his Bible are all I have left of him. I never felt right wearing the necklace though, and now I know why.”
“Me?” Goldie smirked.
“Yes.” Day narrowed his eyes. “You don’t believe me again.”
“Just a tiny bit.” Goldie chuckled, and he kissed Day’s brow. “I promise that I believe it’s a very thoughtful gift, and I will treasure it.”
Day seemed to accept that, and he laid his head down without any further argument, cuddling closer as he petted Twinkle. Twinkle had settled in the space between Day’s chest and Goldie’s side, curling up tight and closing his eyes.
Maybe the funny-looking kitten really did need a sweater.
“Are you gonna be okay by yourself tomorrow?” Goldie asked.
“I won’t be by myself,” Day argued. “I will have Twinkle and Purrcy.”
“Fair.” Goldie snorted. “I guess I should have thought about getting you a cell phone in case you need to get a hold of me.”
“I will be fine.” Day kissed Goldie’s shoulder, rubbing his chest. “I am very capable, and I know how to use the microwave so I don’t starve.”
“You’re not just gonna eat junk, you know. I got good food to cook for dinner.”
“Will you teach me how to cook more?” Day asked hopefully.
“Of course. As long as you teach me theother stuff.”
“Other stuff?”
Goldie wagged his eyebrows.
“Oh! When I come unto you and spread my seed?” Day grinned slyly.
“Uh-huh.”
“Mmm…” Day glanced over Goldie’s stomach and then down between his legs, letting his gaze linger there very purposefully.
“I have to go to bed,” Goldie warned.
“I can be fast, my angel.”
“I have to get up early.”
“Soveryfast.”
“Well… Maybe nottoofast.”
17
GOLDIE
