“You don’t have the monopoly on bad ideas.” I kissed him again, pressing my hand to the side of his face. “I missed you. Figured this might be my only chance to kiss you and I didn’t want to waste it.”
“You do like to make the best of any opportunity,” he quipped. “What’s got you in such a good mood today?”
I looked away briefly, praying he wouldn’t be upset that I’d talked to Dad without giving him a heads up. I realized I was borrowing trouble, because there was nothing I could do to change it after the fact. “Dad and I had a long talk this morning.”
“About? Is everything okay?” He pushed away from the wall and led me over to the queen size bed. We sat next to one another, our thighs barely touching, hands folded together on his knee.
“Yeah, it’s fine. Good. Amazing, really.”
“Ba— Trev, you’re babbling.” I understood why he’d stopped himself from calling me babe, but I hated that he had to. I’d never admit it to him, but I loved it when he called me that. It was something only he said, and that made it special.
“Sorry, I’m still a bit out of sorts is all.” I lifted our joined hands to my mouth and kissed his fingers. “He knows about us, Gabe.”
“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I know you didn’t?—?”
I leaned in to kiss him, knowing it was the only way to shut him up. “It’s fine. I freaked a bit at first, but I think he’s okay with it.”
“Yeah?” Gabe seemed as shocked as I’d been.
“Yeah. He said he’d figured it out a while ago, maybe even before we did from the sounds of it, but he hadn’t wanted to push me to open up to him before I was ready.”
I replayed the rest of the conversation, up to and including Dad thinking I shouldn’t tell mom until after I’d come out to her, as well as him thinking mom and DeeDee were still in the dark.
“That’s… wow, that’s huge. And you swear you didn’t talk to him because of me?”
“No. He actually started the conversation because he knew I was distracted and figured I was thinking about you.”
“Were you?”
“Pretty safe bet.” If I was awake, Gabe was on my mind. No matter what I was doing, he was always there, not far from the front of my thoughts.
We jumped apart at the sound of knuckles rapping on the door. “Boys, dinner’s on the table.”
“That’s gonna take some getting used to.” Gabe stared at the door, as if waiting for my dad to walk in and see us fighting our desire.
Gabe gave me one last kiss before smoothing the front of my sweater. “This is officially the best Christmas ever.”
I couldn’t agree more.
