He grinned and, even though he worried about his sheets, it was worth any amount of stains to see Balta as excited as a child. The last few days he had seen the lines beside Balta’s eyes and mouth relax, the smiles coming more and more.
It was good to be home. To rest. To get ready for life to start again.
Balta handed him a plate before grabbing a bottle of prosecco and two glasses. Inordinately fond of bubbles, his Balta.
“Are we celebrating, Balta?”
“We are. Sam is better every day, a Brazilian won rookie of the year, and we’re here together for Christmas.” Balta dropped a kiss on Joa’s mouth before pushing past toward the bedroom.
Joa blinked for a moment, then smiled and followed along. Indeed.
They had many reasons to celebrate.
