He always was better with words than me.
Travis nodded. “Okay. You won’t ever be like him. I know you support me even if I do something you don’t like or bring home a girl instead of a boy. I know that you made me wait for a car because you wanted to be safe, not because you were trying to hold me back.”
“You’re a smart kid, you know that?” I rasped, heart in a vise.
“Did you just come out as straight to us?” Trent asked.
I blinked.
“I hate to break it to you,” Travis said sincerely, “but I like girls… a lot.”
Trent nodded sagely. “We support you no matter who you love.”
A laugh bubbled out of me. And then another.
Trent joined in, and pretty soon, all three of us were standing there laughing.
“You’re a good dad. Both of you.”
Travis’s sincere words knocked all the humor out of me, and I sucked in a breath while blindly reaching behind me for Trent. When his hand closed around mine, I could finally breathe again. But then Travis kept talking.
“And I know that accident wrecked your lives, but it’s the reason I have you, and I’m glad.”
We rushed forward, squishing the kid between, hugging so hard he probably couldn’t even breathe.
“That accident didn’t wreck our lives, Travis,” Trent told him. “It changed it. For the better because it brought us you and your sister. You two were worth every hardship, and you are the best thing to ever happen to us.”
I hummed my agreement, getting all up in my feels.Damn.
“You’re our son, Travis, and nothing is ever going to change that.”
I felt him nod against us, and Trent lifted his head. When I looked up, he kissed me.
“Ew, okay. I’m done.”
We pulled back, letting Travis breathe. His cheeks were red, as were his eyes. “Can I go look at my car now?”
I laughed. “Five minutes and then we have to go watch the movie.”
He groaned.
Trent took my hand and led me out of the garage, just beyond the light spilling out of the open door. We blended into the shadows as he pushed me up against the wall.
“That was unexpected,” he said quietly.
“There’s something special about that kid, T.”
“Yeah.” He agreed. “There is.”
“There’s something special about you too.”
Trent’s white smile flashed in the dark. “Must run in the Mask family then because I could say the same thing about you.”
“I don’t need to be special, T. I just want to be happy.”
“And are you, Mask? Are you happy?”
“Of course I am. I have you.”
