“Going to breakfast?” he asked.
“Well, that too, but I meant starting the day together.”
“I agree.” He kissed the top of my head.
We didn’t pass anything special or remotely interesting on the way to the restaurant, but that was fine. This time was about the two of us being together, not finding a really cool shop.
We were lucky, and despite the long line, they had a table for two left. When they sat us at our table, it made sense. Two was all it could hold, which explained why we were able to get in so quickly. But it was enough room.
The place was loud, and we didn’t really have any conversation of substance because of it. There were only so many times you could ask, “What?” Before giving up.
The food was scrumptious and made up for it. I’d probably go again, although possibly not on a Sunday when everyone andtheir uncle was there. It was a sweet morning-after-date place, but the atmosphere wasn’t quite there.
We walked back, stopping at the local coffee shop to grab a drink of choice on the way.
“Well, that’s it. That’s all of my ideas for the day.” I closed the door behind us.
“I think they were wonderful ideas.” He gave me a far-too-brief kiss.
We sat on the couch and decided to look up things to do in town to find something fun for the day. There was always something happening this time of year, even if it was only a band at the half shell or a farmer’s market day. It was one of the things I loved about the area.
“Hey, this looks like CB.” He picked up my sketchpad.
“I thought so too. I found it at my grandpa’s place and brought it back.” I told him how I was fairly confident it had been a present from my grandfather that had been forgotten over time.
Daddy opened up to the picture of the fairy tree. “Were these your grandpa’s pictures?”
“No, it was blank when I got it. I’ve been drawing a lot lately.”
“Tell me about this one.”
One by one, we went through the different pictures I’d drawn from the cabin to the tree to the pancakes shaped like bears, all the way to the outfit I’d picked up for last night. I’d been on a roll lately and looking back at them as I told their stories, I was really proud of my work.
“Looks like you’re telling the story of us through pictures.” He traced the bear on the onesie.
“It kind of is.” I hadn’t intentionally done that, but looking at my drawings, he was right. Every single picture could be traced back to him.
“This book might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. Do you always journal like this?”
I hadn’t considered it journaling, but after he said it, it made sense. “I draw when I’m inspired too. When I have something in my head and I have to get it down on paper, I pull out a sketch pad. I have another one started that I keep in the nightstand drawer.”
“Have you always done this?”
“For a long time, but lately, it’s been happening more and more.”
“Because of me?” He was still tracing the bear.
“Yeah, Daddy, because of you.” There was no denying it to him or myself. Every single picture could be traced back to Will. “Is that okay?”
“More than okay, my sweet boy. So much more than okay.”
Chapter Fourteen
Will
We were a couple of weeks into serious dating and we’d been having a wonderful time. We were compatible big and little. We loved good food and conversation, but there was a big conversation we needed to have and had not delved into yet. Of course, the ordinary topics two men falling in love have.
We had both been tested and met the standards for safety, so condoms could leave the table. Something we both enjoyed, and proof of why communication was so important. Going forward, I’d be able to bury myself in his body without any barriers. I’d never done that before with anyone. Never even considered it.
