And it’d really piss Adriana off, which was a nice bonus considering what she’d tried to do.
“So you’re not even a little mad at the PR disaster I just caused?” Isaac teased. He’d done worse, and if people were mad aboutthis… screw ‘em.
“I’ve already politely hung up on a few contacts,” his mom admitted. “But if I’d known they’d take issue before now, they wouldn’t havebeencontacts. You both deserve better than that.”
The smile that spread across Isaac’s face was unintentional, but he wouldn’t have wanted to stop it if he could. He didn’t need to worry about whether or not his mom would like Julian, or think he was good enough.
Hell, he had to worry more about whether she’d thinkhewas good enough for Julian.
Apparently, she did.
“You treat him right,” she warned. “That boy deserves the world.”
“Planning on giving it to him,” Isaac said, his heart swelling with warmth. Excitement welled up in the pit of his stomach, the thought of all the things he was going show Julian making him grin.
They had so much todotogether. And, luckily, all the time in the world to do it.
“What are we giving me?” Julian asked as he came back into the room, wearing a pair of Isaac’s sweatpantsandone of his old t-shirts.
That was a good look on him.
“The world,” Isaac responded.
“Where would I put it?” Julian teased, moving to stand behind Isaac’s chair, his hand resting on the back. Isaac could feel his fingers itching to touch, barely holding back because they had company.
“We’ll find somewhere,” Isaac said softly, tilting his head back to look up at him.
“How about just you?” Julian asked, and bent down to kiss him. A hot blush spread over Isaac’s cheeks and up to the tips of his ears, knowing that his mom was watching.
When he finally managed to look at her again, she was just smiling smugly.
“Stay for lunch?” Julian invited, because apparently he’d already moved in here in his mind.
Isaac wasn’t about to argue if he wanted to do that.
“I’d love to,” Mrs. Hudson said enthusiastically. “Seeing you boys together again does my heart good.”
Isaac pushed his chair back, standing and stretching out pleasantly sore muscles. For once in his life, he was completely, utterly satisfied.
He’d done what he set out to do, and everyone he loved was proud of him for it, and he had Julian back, and a trophy that meant more to him than pretty much anything else he’d ever walked away with.
As happily-ever-afters went, this one was pretty damned good.
