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oh my god IM CRYING SO HARRRRRRD

there couldnt have been a better ending to this series, this is all so BEAUTIFUL im FCKING SOBBING

go check this masterpiece creators other fics, he makes pure art

i swear if i got a dollar for every time this man makes me cry with his writing skills, id be able to buy a house of my own :')

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Lying eyes – Part 4

You're faced with a big decision. Will you adopt the love child of your ex-wife and Pastor Jorge? And what comes next?

This is the final part of "Lying Eyes". I hope y'all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for reading! <3

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader Word count: 17k words

Warnings: Young!Joel Miller, SMUT!, 18+ MDNI!, fic takes place in late 2000s and early to mid 2010s, non-outbreak AU, reader is married and has a daughter, top! Joel Miller, bot! Reader, no use of Y/N

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“Hi, Edith. It's me. I've been thinking a lot about what you asked me, and I've made up my mind.” Joel gently caresses your arm as you speak on the phone.

“Oh, hi, dear! I was just about to call you. What have you decided?”

“I… I’ll gladly accept. Rosa is going to college next year, so I'll have plenty of time to raise another kid.”

“Are you sure, dear? I know Bridget’s been mean to you in the past and since the kid… well isn’t yours –”

“That doesn’t matter. He’s still Rosa’s brother. And I won’t hold that against him.”

“You’re such a sweetheart. I’ll tell Bridget. You should hear from someone within a month. But please let us know if you need any help. We'll be happy to help if you need it.”

“Thank you, Edith. I appreciate it. A lot.” You smile to yourself as you hang up after saying your goodbyes.

Joel wraps his arms around you and kisses your head. “You’re gonna be a dad again…”

You chuckle and look up at him after putting the phone down on the bedside table. “It’s all thanks to you.”

He looks up at the ceiling with a squint in his eyes and thinks, “I’m not sure what part I had in this, if any, but you’re welcome.” He turns back to you and smiles gently.

An idea hits you. You stare at him with a cocky smile, like you're about to tell the worst joke known to mankind. His eyes narrow when he sees this, already dreading what's going to come out of your mouth next.

With an over-the-top gasp, you joke, “Oh my God, Joel. It finally happened. You fucked me so good, that you got me pregnant. I’m having the baby latest next month.”

He rolls his eyes as he unsuccessfully tries to hide a laugh, his fingers rubbing across his forehead. “You’re so goddamn stupid sometimes, Jesus.”

“Hey! You know you love me.” You stick out your tongue a bit.

“You’re not wrong. I do love you.” He squeezes your cheeks together, so your lips stick out. “I’ll make sure to visit you and our kid often, then.”

You smile softly and look at him with an enamored gaze.

His chest sinks and rises with a deep breath before his hand, already holding your face, pulls your head up slightly to kiss your lips. “If you keep looking at me like that, we’ll have to go for another round.”

You groan as you squeeze your eyes shut, still sore from last night. “I don’t think I can… We’ve been at it all night…”

“We don’t have to go all the way, Space Boy.” He chuckles before rolling over to lie on top of you, his mouth leaving soft kisses over the marks on your neck from the night before. You take a deep breath and roll your eyes.

“Fuck… Alright.” A heat spreads through your body, his fingers brushing over your bare skin, pleasantly rough.

“Yeah, talk to me. What do you want me to do?” He whispers before kissing the spot behind your ear.

“Mh… I want you to…” You think about it for a second before continuing, “play with my nipples… Please.”

He makes his way down to your chest, brushing his thumb over your right nipple before licking the protruding lump and placing his mouth all over it, sucking gently. His tongue repeatedly teases it as his other hand pulls on your left nipple, sending a ticklish sensation down to your crotch that feels both pleasant and unfamiliar at the same time.

You hum as you slowly grow hard and squirm under him.

“Mm, what else?” His voice is muffled as he keeps his mouth on your skin.

“Hah… please touch me –“ A soft moan gets stuck in your throat as he flicks the nipple he'd just sucked.

He raises an eyebrow before looking up at you, a grin plastered on his face. “Touch you where?”

You furrow your brow and cover your face with your hands before muttering, “Everywhere… please…”

“Hm? I can’t hear you like that.”

“For fuck's sake, Joel Miller. I said, touch me everywhere, please.” You groan in frustration and take your hands off your mouth so he can hear you loud and clear, but you keep them over your eyes.

His hot mouth travels down your abdomen to kiss the spot just below your belly button, his hand caressing and squeezing various parts of your upper body. The rough calluses on his fingertips scratch your skin in a pleasant way.

His mouth sucks on the part of skin on your hip, leaving behind a mark. You gasp at each delicate touch. Your fingers press gently against your eyes, bringing out a static in the darkness.

He moves his hands lower, rubbing your inner thigh, spreading your legs apart. His mouth leaves marks from your hip all the way down to your inner thigh. You can feel his breath against your skin when he pauses. Finally, you remove your hands from your face and prop yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him.

His gaze meets yours with a lustful look, his eyes darkened by his dilated pupils.

“What else would you like me to do?” As he asks this, you notice that he gently grinds against the mattress of the bed. His face is a shade redder than usual. He pants softly, his eyes half closed.

You gulp at the sight before nervously replying, “Please suck me off…”

A smile spreads across his face. “Very good, Space Boy.”

Your heart flutters as you watch him hold your cock by the base, his tongue licking the underside until it reaches the slit at the tip, where he laps up the pre-cum leaking from it. You close your eyes as you lie back down, moaning softly at the sensation.

His other hand begins to play with your balls, gently caressing and squeezing them as his mouth wraps around your cock, a wet, hot sensation enveloping it.

A prolonged moan escapes your lips as you reach for the curls on his head, your fingers sliding between the strands as you pull gently. Joel hums at the feeling, sending vibrations through your cock as he takes in more of your length, the head of it pressing against the top of his palate.

You shudder at the sensation, your breathing getting heavier as he goes, his tongue skillfully rubbing against your shaft, pushing you closer to release.

“Ah… Joel – feels so good… I’m so close. Wanna come in your mouth…” You move your hips slowly, moaning as you look down at him. He's got his eyes closed, his lashes long and beautiful, as his cheeks are hollowed out from sucking.

This sight quickly sends you over the edge as you thrust gently a few more times. Your fingers pull his hair a little harder as you reach your orgasm and ejaculate into his mouth.

“So good – hah – swallow it all…” With lidded eyes, you watch him do so, his mouth still wrapped around the head of your dick to keep from spilling any of your come. He breathes heavily once he finally pulls his lips off your cock, some spit running down the side of his mouth.

Once you catch your breath, it's your turn to help him out. He's been humping against the mattress all along, a small wet patch forming where he's been doing it. He rests his forehead against your hip bone as he keeps going, soft gasps emerging from his mouth. You want to continue watching him like this, all desperate, but you also want to make him feel good.

“Come here, it’s your turn now.” You pull him up to lie with his head on the pillows and kiss him. The taste of yourself on his tongue makes your head spin. When you pull away from the kiss, you smile at him.

“Gonna need you to suck me off, too…” He whispers, his cock throbbing with excitement as it weeps with pre-cum.

You nod and crawl lower down on the bed so that your face is close to his crotch. You wrap your hand around his dick, slowly rubbing it up and down as you watch his face. He's watching you through his eyelashes, his brow furrowed and his mouth agape as he gasps from finally being touched.

He feels so hard in your hand, his cock throbbing as you tighten your grip, sending a hot flush through your body. You lick the slit, tasting the salty liquid that oozes from it, before wrapping your lips around the head and rubbing your tongue around it.

“That’s it… You’re doing so good…” A content sigh escapes his lips as he closes his eyes and rests his head back on the pillow. You hum as you keep sucking on the tip, your hand rubbing the thick length of his shaft. You can feel every little twitch it makes in your mouth and hand. His body is hot under your touch, his chest heaving as each stroke and lick sends waves of pleasure into his head.

You take your sweet time with him, slowing your movements as you watch him laid out before you. His brow furrows, a frustrated grunt escaping his lips as he thrusts into your hand before complaining, “Stop teasing me, please… I’m losing – hah – my mind…”

With a chuckle, you pull the head of his cock out of your mouth and rub it faster in your tight fist. “Sorry, I was having fun. And it didn’t look like you were hating it.”

“I wasn’t, but it was getting too much.” His face relaxes as you speed things up with your hand.

“Tell me what you need.” You can't bring your eyes away from him as you stroke his cock from base to tip, sometimes circling the head with your closed fist.

“Your mouth…” He breathes, completely lost in the sensation. Not wanting to torture him any further, you wrap your lips around his cock again, now taking in more of its length as you rub the base of it with your hand. You hollow out your cheeks as you keep sucking, your tongue pressing and rubbing against the underside of his cock. You can feel the veins against your tongue.

Closing your eyes, you continue, the sounds lewd and, frankly, a little embarrassing. Joel's breathing gets heavier as he gets closer to his orgasm, his breath hitching at times. His hands rest on your head.

“Jesus, Space Boy… I’m so close, you’re taking me so well…” He moans softly, his hips thrusting upwards gently. You feel his cock twitching and getting hotter, your head bobbing faster and faster to bring him over the edge. Gasps fill the air as he reaches his climax, praise just pouring out of him, making your ears burn as you swallow the hot, salty streams of ejaculate shooting into your mouth.

As he tries to catch his breath, you open your eyes to look up at him. You lift your head a little and run your tongue around the folds just below the head of his cock. He watches you with lidded eyes, his mouth hanging open as he gasps, probably a little overstimulated. His muscles quiver a little until you remove his entire length from your mouth.

You breathe heavily as you look at him. “Sorry if that was a bit much…”

“It was perfect. Don’t apologize.” He blinks as you pull the blanket up to cover both of you. You rest your head on his chest, listening to his accelerated heartbeat as it slows to a gentle resting rhythm.

Rosa and Sarah return a few days later, and you want to share the news about her baby brother with your daughter. You knock on her bedroom door after she's had time to settle in after being gone all week.

”Can I come in?” You ask through the door, waiting for her answer.

”Come in, Dad!”

You step into the room. Rosa is sitting at her desk, closing the journal she was writing in, when she turns her head to look at you.

“Star, I have some news.” You begin, crossing your arms as you lean against the door frame.

“Oh? Are you and Joel finally moving in together and telling everyone that you’re an old married couple?” She teases, raising an eyebrow.

“Eh – no, I don’t think that’s the best thing to do right now… Anyway, your little brother’s coming to live with us. I’m officially adopting him.”

“What!” She slams her palms on the desk and stands up, her chair rolling back from the momentum. “That’s so cool! Aw, but I’m leaving next year!”

You chuckle at her reaction. “Well, you better make that time count then. Don’t worry, though, we’ll be here, so you can visit any time.”

She smiles happily and nods. “I will. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Sarah and I have been invited to this birthday party and I wanted to ask –“

The girls go to the party they've been invited to this week, making sure to take their phones with them in case something happens, and they leave the address written on a piece of paper. You aren’t too thrilled about it, since it’s the popular kid’s place and Rosa had told you about their parties before.

It's not uncommon for people to randomly show up at a larger house party, since there are so many people already there that everyone ignores a few more people who join in. You've made sure to tell them that you won't get mad if they have something to drink or do something they're not proud of, as long as they call you when they need you. The most important thing for you and Joel is that they're honest and safe.

You're watching TV with Joel, his head resting on your shoulder, but you can feel yourself starting to nod off, the feeling of sitting beside him like this totally relaxing you. It's getting pretty late. You just want to stay awake until they get home. The show that's on is so mind-numbingly dumb, but Joel has zapped through so many channels that had much worse on at that time.

Sure, there are other ways the two of you could spend time together, but you don't want to start something that you'll have to stop immediately when the need arises.

You're just about to fall asleep when you're woken up by your mobile phone ringing loudly.

Joel sits up a little so you can quickly reach for the phone. You answer the call and hold it to your ear. The distant sound of background chatter and loud noise comes through the speaker before your daughter's voice begins to talk.

“Dad? Could you and Joel come pick us up, please? There is this creepy guy who won’t leave us alone… He keeps following us around saying he’s 21, but some girls told us he’s actually 30, and we don’t feel safe at all.”

“We’ll be on our way. Go outside in a couple of minutes but don’t leave the property and make sure there’s other people around.” You hang up and slip your phone into your pocket before getting off the couch. Joel looks up at you with a questioning look.

“Joel, get in the car, our girls need us.” You gather your wallet from the couch table and stuff it into your back pocket.

“On it.” He gets up from the couch as well and walks out, getting into the driver's side of the car. You grab the piece of paper with the address of the house they're at.

Joel drives the car to a house a few blocks away, where a bunch of people are spread out in groups in the front yard. One of these “groups” is your daughters and an older looking man who is pushing them into a corner just by getting uncomfortably close to them. The music is loud, even though it's coming from inside the house. The front lawn is littered with red Solo cups that probably weren't used for apple juice.

Without hesitation, you get out of the car and swiftly step up to them, grabbing the man's shoulder and pulling him away from them with a force you didn't know you had. “Excuse me. I’m gonna have to interrupt this.”

“What the hell, man? I saw them first. Fuck off.”

You push him aside, and he stumbles backwards a bit, but fortunately doesn't fall over. He reeks of alcohol and cheap cologne. You decide not to react to his remark, your priority is to make sure the girls get home safely.

“Dad!” Rosa's panicked face relaxes when she sees you, she grabs Sarah's arm, who's also in distress, and walks towards you to hide from the other man. You touch their arms lightly and nod once, making sure they know you're here now.

“You two get in the truck, Joel’s waiting inside.” You gently push them in front of you until you reach the truck. By now, most of the people standing outside have either gone inside or left because you two showed up, so you desperately try to get the creep to stay away from the girls.

They get into the car as fast as they can, close the door behind them, and push the manual lock down from the inside. You're about to walk around the car to get in yourself and open the passenger door a little, when you hear the harasser yell, “Yeah, walk away, pussies. You can’t handle Kyle, anyway!”

Your fuse blows. To get a look at this guy, you lift your head over the car. He's just standing there, his pants almost falling off his hips, wearing an oversized basketball shirt and a cheap-looking gold necklace, a shitty excuse for a tan from the last hot summer covering his pig-pink face. He doesn't even look like he could throw a punch, his aura is that of a man who lives in his parents' basement and is still his mother's “can't do nothing wrong” baby boy.

“Dad, you really don’t need to escalate this, let’s just go, please.” Rosa says nervously from the back seat, probably realizing what just happened inside you. You calm down a bit at the sight of her worried expression.

“Yeah, sorry Star, let’s –”

“Whores!” Kyle shouts as he throws an empty red Solo cup in your general direction, halfway across the large front yard of the house. Joel rolls down the window and watches your expression change with an amused yet pissed off look, as if to say, “Are you gonna let him call our girls that?”

He'd like to fuck him up just as much as you would at this precise moment, but he's kind of interested to see how you're going to handle the situation. You know Joel could take care of this guy in seconds, but you're pissed. Utterly pissed.

You close the door with a hard slam before walking around the front of the truck again to meet him halfway in the front yard and gesture with two fingers for him to come closer. “Come again, Kyle. Repeat what you said.”

“I said, whores. They’re both whores.” He pulls up his pants as he walks, since they've started to slide down.

You nod and walk up to him with your hands on your hips, keeping your anger inside for a little longer. “Look, Kyle. I just want to tell you somethin’. Thing is, if you're going to insult underage girls and call them whores – if you're stupid enough to do it in the first place – you better make sure you don't do it in front of their fathers.”

“Like I give a fu –”

And whoops, there goes your fist, straight into his face, your knuckles numb as they collide with the hardness of his skull. He stumbles back, holding his hand over his nose, which starts bleeding almost immediately, the blood dripping onto his crusty-looking white sneakers.

“You fucker.” He groans. His eyes light up with anger as he clenches his hand and hurls a fist your way that you dodge easily. You knew from the start that he wouldn't just take a punch and walk away, you've met drunk assholes like this before. Your heart starts to pump from the rush.

But maybe you're getting a little cocky, because you weren't expecting a second punch to follow so soon.

He strikes you in the stomach, forcing the air out of your lungs and sending an aching pain through your abdomen. You gasp for air, the spot where he hit you tingling. You punch him again, hitting his cheek with such force that it knocks him straight to the ground, sending him face-first into the dirt. He pushes himself up slightly, spitting out some grass that got into his mouth.

It doesn't seem like he wants to end it here, though, as his leg sweeps you off your feet, landing you on your back. Your head hits the soft grass, it's a good thing you didn't start this fight on the sidewalk, or you would have been a goner.

Suddenly, Kyle is on top of you, huffing and puffing like a madman, his hand gripping the collar of your shirt as his fist rains down on your face.

You close your eyes in reflex, your left eye burning with pain the moment his knuckles hit it. He keeps hitting you as you claw at his arm, trying to get him off of you. Your lower lip bursts open after a particularly hard punch, the strong taste of metal spreading through your mouth. You finally manage to roll him onto the ground with your legs and push him down, shaking him up and down to confuse him, the back of his head hitting the ground several times.

Now it's your turn to do the hitting, your fist just pounding down on him, your knuckles bloody and raw. You're not sure if it's his blood or your own, but you don't care. He's groaning in pain underneath you. There's no thought in your brain, just pure rage and the need to protect your loved ones. That blind rage just takes over your body.

Then, unexpectedly, someone grabs you from behind, slipping their arms under yours, pulling you to your feet and breaking up the fight. You struggle a bit, still feeling the need to keep beating him down.

“Don’t you fucking dare say that about my daughters ever again, you piece of predatory shit!” You spit on the floor next to him before wiping the blood from your face with your thumb as Joel drags you along. Kyle rolls onto his side on the floor, coughing a little as he curls up in pain. He looks beat up, but should get away with a busted nose and a few stitches.

“You got him, Space Boy. It’s enough.” Joel's voice snaps you out of your blinding rage. He finally lets go of you when you start walking towards the car without him having to push you. You're out of breath and numb as you wipe some blood off your face on your sleeve.

You get into the silent car, Rosa and Sarah sit up in the back seat to get a better look at you, their worried eyes digging into the back of your head. Your brain feels foggy from the adrenaline. Joel hands you a tissue for your bloody nose.

“Oh Dad…” Rosa exhales as she reaches for your shoulder. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.” You watch the road as your breathing calms and the bleeding stops.

Joel pulls up to his house. By this point, the adrenaline, and numbness in your face have worn off, leaving you with a searing pain that spreads like wildfire through your entire body.

“Come on, let’s go inside. You included, Space Boy.” He says to everyone. You follow behind everyone, your steps slower than usual because of the beating you received. You're in pain, but that's fine, you can take a lot more than that. Joel looks over his shoulder and notices how sluggish you are.

“Let me help you out.” He walks over to you and carefully slings your arm over his shoulders, helping you into the living room where he lets you sit on the leather couch.

The girls lock the front door as Joel retrieves a first aid kit.

“Baby girl, could you bring us an ice pack or anything similar?” He asks Sarah, who nods and goes into the kitchen. Rosa stays nearby, watching the two of you from the side of the couch, her smaller hands clutching the cushions on the backrest.

Joel disappears into the bathroom, washes his hands and grabs a fresh towel, which he wets slightly before coming back and kneeling down in front of you. You inhale sharply between your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut at the pain as he gently touches your face with it, wiping away the blood and debris. He also checks to see if the wounds stop bleeding when he applies slight pressure to them, which they thankfully do. The cuts on your face hurt badly, but the coolness of the water on the cloth makes it a little more bearable.

“Sorry, Space Boy, this might hurt a little. Close your eyes, please.” Then he reaches for a spray used to disinfect open wounds. You close your eyes and feel his hand gently covering your eyes so as not to spray anything in them. He pushes down on the sprayer, the liquid burning in your wounds the moment it comes into contact. You swallow the air between your teeth and frown as he sprays it on two more sites.

“I didn’t think the guy had it in him…” You groan as the burning slowly turns into a throbbing, painful sensation. Joel tapes a small piece of medical tape over the slightly larger open wounds before holding your slightly swollen and bloodied hand. He does the same to it as he did to your face, his eyebrows furrowing at each painful looking wound he uncovers from the now half dried blood.

Sarah comes back into the living room with a bag of frozen peas and baby carrots and holds it out to you.

“Thank you, Sarah…” You take the bag and hold it to your left eye, which has begun to swell. It soothes the dull, painful throbbing of your flesh. It had already become difficult to look out of that eye, your eyelid almost swollen shut.

Joel examines your face closely once he's finished cleaning and bandaging your hand, slowly rocking it from side to side as he holds you by the jaw. “Open up, you didn’t lose any teeth, did you?”

You chuckle and shake your head. “No, don’t worry. See?” As you say this, you open your mouth so he can look inside.

“Good.” He exhales, his worry slowly fading away now that you're all bandaged up.

Rosa kneels next to Joel and looks at your face. You look at her through one eye and lift the pea bag from your other, smiling innocently at her, the movement making your cuts hurt.

“Jesus, Dad… you look like hell.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, Star…” You place the bag of frozen produce against your swollen eye and cheek again.

“It’s alright, I get it. The guy was a jerk. But please don’t do that again. I was so scared of losing you.”

You frown as she stands up a bit to give you a soft hug.

“Oh Rosa… I’m sorry.” You gently stroke her back with your wounded hand, the motion hurting like hell, but you push through it to comfort your daughter.

“I’m just glad you’re fine.” She mumbles before kneeling down before you again. “We’ll go upstairs, now… I’m exhausted from all that, and we’ll let you finish patching him up.” Rosa caresses your shoulder as she addresses the last part of the sentence to Joel and soon leaves with Sarah.

Joel packs the first aid kit after looking under your shirt, just to make sure you don't have to go to the hospital. You lean back against the backrest and rub your aching stomach.

“Your face is gonna look like you lost a fight with a raccoon tomorrow.” He sits down next to you, rubbing the palms of his hands over his face as he sighs deeply.

You let out a painful chuckle and groan as you take a breath. “I really lost my composure back there, huh?”

Joel nods as he smiles at you. “Better let me join in, next time.”

“God, I hope there won’t be a next time. Kyyyyle will actually fuck. You. Up.” You scoff at the way the other man spoke.

Joel snorts before bringing his hand to rest on your thigh. “No, but really. We all got worried. Especially when that guy just fuckin’ took you down.”

A heavy sigh falls from your lips. You share a moment of silence as you're sitting, almost lying on the couch, your eyes closed.

You’re tired and in pain.

It’s late.

Joel shifts beside you and leaves a soft kiss on your lips, being careful not to press too hard so as not to hurt you. It feels like the kiss helps to ease the pain all over your body a little. You rest your head on his shoulder, changing the hand that was holding the ice-cold bag of peas.

The next morning, you wake up on the couch with Joel sleeping next to you and a Polaroid sitting on your lap. The bag of peas and carrots is gone. With one tired eye, the one that isn't swollen shut, you look at the Polaroid and see a picture of you and Joel sleeping soundly on the couch. Your head is resting on his shoulder, the bag of now seemingly unfrozen produce on your lap, his head on yours, his arm outstretched over the soft cushions of the backrest behind you. Sarah and Rosa signed it, drawing hearts and stars around the two of you. Even though you look beat up, the picture fills you with a warm feeling. You smile to yourself and press it to your sore chest, closing your eye to rest a little longer.

It takes a week for your face to heal to an acceptable degree. The swelling gets a little worse in the first few days, so you get some curious questions, which you just answer with “Haha, you should see the other guy.”

Two weeks later, you get a call from the prison where Bridget is being held. The person on the other end helps you with the necessary paperwork to adopt Cooper. Within a week, you have a new person living in your house who loves to cause chaos and mischief, but fills you and Rosa's hearts with a deep love for him. You have prepared the house accordingly, installing toddler gates on the stairs and baby-proofing cabinets and drawers that contain things that could hurt him. You put Rosa's old crib at the foot of your bed, since you didn't have much time to renovate the guest room.

Cooper only knows a few words, which isn't surprising since he's only 19 months old. He waddles around the house and loves shiny objects, rocks, and dinosaurs. Another thing he likes to do is mimic Joel's actions when he's over, paying close attention to detail and holding a curled tissue between his lips to look like he has a mustache, just like Joel. You had shown him how to fake a mustache by holding a rolled up tissue between your nose and upper lip, but he hadn't quite figured out how to do it that way. So he came up with his own way.

Joel and Sarah often visit and enjoy the new company as well. If you didn't know Joel well, you'd think he thought the kid was all right, but knowing him, you can tell he absolutely loves him. He always brings a shiny new rock with him when he visits, probably found at work when he's on a job that requires gravel for the concrete. Cooper always arranges the rocks he gets on his small table that you had when Rosa was a baby. It's full of stickers and pink on some parts, but he's young and doesn't care, what matters is that he has his rock table.

Edith and John take Cooper to visit Bridget from time to time, but it feels like it's not often enough. Even though he doesn't cry for his mother initially, you can tell he's getting quieter as the time between visits grows longer.

You set up a savings account in Cooper's name and put money into it each month, just as you had done for Rosa since she was born. You'd put money aside for her to use for college or whenever she might need it most in the future; he only deserves to be treated the same.

Rosa and Sarah leave for college in the middle of August 2007 to set up their shared apartment. They've grown to be like inseparable sisters, always looking out for each other and having each other's backs. You love them both with all your heart.

Joel and you have a hard time saying your farewells. Your little girls both managed to get into Harvard University, which fills you with both pride and sadness that they have to go so far away from you two. They originally thought about flying there, but since they'd need the car they'd both saved up for, they finally decided to drive there in three days and stay in hotels. You and Joel pay for their accommodations by giving them enough spending money for the entire trip.

Cooper is not too happy about his big sister leaving him either; the recently turned three-year-old had been hiding some of her things around the house that he knows she would need, like her favorite pen or pillow. He doesn't hide them very well, but Rosa still pretends not to notice that her pillow is under her bed or that her pen is in her desk drawer. She always makes sure to ask him if he's seen the missing items. Cooper just smiles innocently and blames a little fairy for doing these things.

It’s an adorable sight to behold.

Rosa makes up for it by giving him a shiny new hot pink dinosaur that sparkles. It quickly becomes his absolute favorite toy.

The house feels empty without Rosa and Sarah. They've only been gone for a few hours, but the little things they took with them leave a hole in the house.

Joel knocks on your door that same night, after they had just called to let you know that the trip is going well and that they have just arrived at their hotel room.

“Hey, Space Boy. Could I… stay over for the night?“

“Sure, come in.” You open the door wider and step aside to let him in. “Your house must feel so empty right now…”

He frowns and nods as he walks in. “You know me too well.”

You spend the evening watching cartoons on the couch, with Cooper sleeping between the both of you, curled up on top of a large pillow. When it gets late, you pick him up and carry him to his crib, saying good night to Joel before going to your bedroom. Joel sleeps in the guest room.

You and Joel are kind of reluctant to show affection to each other in front of him, afraid that Cooper might say something to his friends and get you both in trouble with the more conservative parents in town.

In the middle of the night, you are awakened by someone crying at the foot of your bed. Cooper is standing up in his crib, looking at you from the foot of the bed, tears streaming down his face. You sit up and pick him up to comfort him.

“Sh, everything's alright, Coop.”

He sobs as you gently rock him in your arms. But no matter how hard you try to soothe him, he's inconsolable.

“What's wrong?” You ask in your sweetest voice, trying to get an answer out of him.

“I miss Mommy…” He lets out between sobs, gasping for air. You frown and caress his head, which is pressed to your chest.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, baby… Do you want to go visit her?“

“With Dad…” He nods, finally calming down a bit, still wheezing. You hear some soft knocks at the door before it opens a little.

“Space Boy? Buddy? Is everything ok?“ Joel asks, his voice tired and worried.

“Buddy…” Cooper looks at the door, and Joel opens it further when he hears the boy calling for him. He sees Cooper's crying eyes in the dark and frowns.

“Did you have a nightmare, buddy?”

He nods at the question and holds out his hand, doing grabby hands towards Joel. Joel sighs and smiles softly before stepping into the room. You move aside in the bed to make room for him and let him join you. Cooper climbs into his arms, resting his head on his chest.

Once he's asleep in Joel's arms, you smile at him and whisper, “I guess you can sleep with us just for tonight…”

You wake up the next morning and slowly blink your eyes to take in your surroundings. There's a toddler's foot tucked under your pillow in front of you, Cooper has somehow managed to turn upside down, his head facing the foot of the bed. Joel is still asleep, his face relaxed and turned toward you. You smile softly and yawn into your hand before slowly getting up to make a phone call to request an in-person visit with Bridget.

“Mommy!!” Cooper yells the moment he sees her enter the room. The guards close the door behind her.

“Oh my baby! Coop!” She holds out her arms and Cooper runs into them, hugging his mother tightly.

“Hello, Bridget.” You stand by the door, nodding at her as you cross your arms.

“Hi…” She gives you a cautious smile. She looks strangely… content with the situation she's in.

“Mom, look at what I made!” He pulls out a piece of paper with a drawing on it, which he prepared first thing after you told him he was going to visit his mother that afternoon.

“Oh, this is wonderful, Coop… Want to tell me who you drew on there?”

He nods excitedly. She picks him up and sits down on the couch in the room, sitting him on her lap.

“You can join in too.” She looks at you, still maintaining a friendly expression. You sit down next to her and help her hold the paper that Cooper has doodled on so he can explain who is who. The paper has a lot of different people drawn in different shapes and colors, standing on a field of grass, with a sun drawn in the top corner of the paper.

“Here is Rosa and Sarah.” He points at two girls with long hair, both wearing pink and purple dresses, which, amusingly, they never wear.

“Oh! You drew them so well.”

“This, Mercy, Mrs. Adler and Mr. Adler… Buddy… Dad and Mommy!” He smiles sleepily and yawns as he points to the circles drawn on the green block everyone is standing on. He continues to ramble on about what each person does. When he gets to explaining Joel to his mother, he can barely keep his eyes open.

“Rocks…” He blinks as he points out his favorite rocks, his eyes falling shut.

“Cooper?” Bridget looks up from the paper to check on him. Cooper has fallen asleep, his head hanging lower now. You chuckle and fold up the paper, placing it on the table nearby for Bridget to keep.

“Wow, he’s out cold.” She remarks before handing him over to you.

“He was so excited, he wouldn’t stand still today… Kid’s exhausted.” You sigh and hold him in your arms as he sleeps soundly, his head resting on your shoulder.

“… Thank you for bringing him to see me today. And for being here, too.” She smiles gently as she watches Cooper breathe softly. “I meant to ask, who is this ‘buddy’ he keeps mentioning? My parents wouldn’t tell me. From what he’s been saying, I’m guessing it’s Joel, right?”

You purse your lips so they disappear before avoiding eye contact, a little uncomfortable starting this conversation with her because of her outburst a few years ago.

“Haha, I knew it.” She grins. You're a little surprised by this reaction.

“You look happy.” She adds. “I've been meaning to get in touch with you again… I’ve done a lot of thinking and realized a lot of things I did wrong. I… I’m sorry for how I treated you.”

“Bridget –” You frown at her apology.

“I mean it. I really am…”

“I’m sorry, too… For how things ended up being between us.”

She smiles apologetically and nods. “Thanks for taking Cooper in. I'm glad he has such a good life with you two. I hope… I hope I can come visit when my sentence is up.”

“Of course.”

“How… How has Rosa been?”

You are silent for a moment, thinking. “She’s fine, still on her way to Harvard. She starts studying there starting next month, along with Sarah.”

“She got into Harvard?” A big, proud smile spreads across her face.

“Yeah, she sure did.” You chuckle softly.

“I’m so glad she managed to do that… I just wish –” She doesn't finish the sentence, her face changes to a sad expression.

“I’m sure she’ll give you another chance.” You say, stroking Cooper's back.

Before you leave, you make sure to wake Cooper up so he can say goodbye to his mother, just so he doesn't wake up later looking for her.

You decide to take Cooper to see Bridget more often, since he still has the need to see her and misses her a lot. Back home, you look through old pictures of her in the attic and find a lovely one, which you frame. You put it next to his bed so he can look at it whenever it gets bad.

It feels strange to see her face again so regularly in your environment. You mention this to Joel, who expresses that he's happy that she's grown as a person and that he'll help you with the visits from time to time. Seeing her no longer brings painful or sad feelings. It's a feeling of acceptance. She was your past, and she is no longer a major part of your life, but she has given you many things that you love and cherish in the present.

Half of the year 2008 has passed.

Things are getting more and more expensive, your salary isn't keeping up with the rising prices, and when you come home to Cooper's excited smile, you're exhausted and worried about the future. You put on your best face and smile back at him, doing your best to make the four-year-old as comfortable as possible. Yes, sometimes you have to go to bed a little hungry, but at least Coop doesn't.

On a regular afternoon, after you get home from work, you check the mailbox and find more bills that make your stomach sink. You desperately need a refill of your anxiety medication, but you can't really afford it.

You thank Connie, Mrs. Adler, for watching Cooper. Daycare is expensive, and since she's retired and her mother sadly passed away the previous year, she and her husband Danny have more time on their hands and are happy to watch him when you're at work. When she leaves, you pick him up and rock him gently to sleep. He's always fussy and unhappy when you come home because he can't fall asleep when you're not there.

As you softly rock him, you put the letters on the kitchen table and pull a chair back to sit on it as he slowly drifts off to sleep. You open up the letters to see how much you have to pay. The bills have increased again. It's the third time in a row that they've gone up that much.

You watch Cooper sleep for a moment, his face relaxed, resembling a little angel. With a deep breath, you rub your face with the palm of your hand, trying to figure out how you're going to pay for everything.

The front door of your house opens, and you hear a soft voice calling out to you.

“Space Boy, are you in here?” Joel steps into the kitchen, whispering. By now he knows that Cooper is usually asleep by this time, and you gave him the spare key to your house in case of an emergency or if he misses you. He sees Cooper's head on your shoulder and smiles.

You nod as you turn to look at Joel and stand up to kiss him on the cheek. Your face must look visibly troubled because he frowns when he sees you.

“Is everything alright?”

“No, not at all… I've been struggling to scrape together enough money to afford water and electricity…” Continuing the conversation in a whisper, you unconsciously begin to gently rock Cooper up and down again.

”Yeah, I can only relate… things have gotten expensive lately…” He glances at the open letters on your kitchen table. And thinks for a second.

“Would you… like to move in together? Split the expenses?” He suggests.

You stand in front of him with a surprised look on your face, your mouth opening and closing as you think about how to respond, excited at the thought but worried about the consequences with the neighbors.

“You look like a startled fish.” He pulls you into a hug, careful not to move Cooper too quickly.

“… It would help us both…” You whisper, pressing your head into his shoulder as you contemplate.

“It would.”

“Fuck, Joel. People are gonna start talking if we do.”

“Let them. We can tell them it’s because of hard times.”

“I’d love to move in together.” A warm smile spreads across your face, your stomach flutters with excitement.

Cooper lifts his head a little, slowly waking up from his nap.

Joel lets go of both of you and smiles at the little guy. “Good afternoon, buddy.”

“‘Noon… buddy.” He responds, rubbing his eyes, still half asleep. You chuckle and kneel down to set him on the floor.

“Can you stand on your own, Coop?”

He nods and holds on to your arms for some stability, looking up at Joel.

“Dad, is buddy staying?”

“Joel?” You look up at him with a small grin. “Are you staying?”

Joel smiles and nods, kneeling down and resting his hand on Cooper's small shoulder. “I sure am.”

Cooper's eyes light up, and he smiles the most beautiful smile you've ever seen him do. It almost brings tears to your eyes, so you stand up and watch as Cooper quickly makes his way to the toy box and pulls out his favorite pink dinosaur.

And so the two of you move in together, into your own home. It is bigger and, according to Joel, has more potential to accommodate the whole family. He manages to do some renovations to the house, making two big bedrooms for each girl and turning the guest room into a bedroom for Cooper. The walls of his room are covered with fun dinosaur and fossil stickers.

Joel puts everything that belongs to your daughters in its proper place, making sure everything is just like it was in his old house. You finally get to share a bedroom. The neighbors are curious about your moving in together, but you always answer that it is out of necessity.

The girls visit you this Christmas, the only warning being a card you got in the mail. The card is just a picture of them, both wearing the same clothes. Rosa is lying on her stomach on the floor with her head supported by her hands under her face and her feet in the air so that Sarah can sit on the underside of them. Sarah's feet are just pressed against Rosa's butt, while she's resting her head on her hand, her other arm in her lap, and with a shiny metallic pen they've written the phrase “We are approaching” above themselves.

And so time passes relatively quickly, the days filled with a homely comfort. The family grows as the girls find boyfriends, who turn out to be decent kids after you and Joel get to know them. Jeremy is Rosa's boyfriend and Ethan is Sarah's. They have the same sense of humor as the girls and always send links to funny videos from a website called “YouTube” via email when they think of you.

Joel's old house remains empty until the summer of 2010. Cooper turned 6 this year and started going to school. You have noticed that Joel's beard is slowly graying, which looks absolutely stunning on him. He's also pointed out that the same thing is happening to you.

The rumor that you two fancy each other inevitably spreads one day when a man named Frank moves into Joel's old house and hosts a garden dinner. As with your welcome party, the more chummy neighbors show up, Cooper sticks around Mercy, the Adlers' dog, who's started to go gray around its face.

It's either because neither of you has started dating women after living together for two years, or because of the way you behave around each other. Realistically, you're not doing a very good job of hiding your feelings for each other. Joel is very touchy around you, making sure to fix your hair or clothes when he notices that the slight breeze leaves you looking messier. He also just leans against you all the time, keeping his arm over your shoulders when you talk to people.

As everyone sits around the table, Cooper sits between the both of you, enjoying the food everyone has brought. You notice some people whispering to each other at the other end, closer to Joel's side, and you notice his demeanor changing slightly. He seems annoyed… or hurt.

The rest of the dinner goes well. Frank is a delight to talk to, and slightly hints at being into the same things as you and Joel, which confuses you a bit, since you hadn't talked about being big cinema fans.

The next day, just as you're about to walk up to the front door of your house, you're stopped by Connie Adler, who's out walking with Mercy.

“Dear, I wanted to address a certain rumor I heard last night…”

“Oh? What is it, Connie?”

She leans closer to your ear and whispers, “Can you believe it? Someone started saying that you and Joel are in a relationship.”

The blood drains from your face when you hear her say that, your brain goes on autopilot, afraid of what she might say if you agree.

“Haha… eh, that’s just stupid. You know we’re just best friends.” You smile nervously as she backs away, your brain leaving you hanging.

She talks to you for quite a while, but you can't really recall everything in detail by the time you walk through the front door. Your thoughts are a jumbled mess around the thing you just agreed to do. Cooper's bus still hasn't arrived, so it's just you and Joel at home.

“Joel… Connie might’ve pushed us into a bit of a… situation.” You begin, pursing your lips into a slit as you sit down at the kitchen table.

“What’s up?” He continues drying the dishes he was working on, leaning against the sink as he faces you.

“She kind of set up a double date with two other women for us… Said that, it’s horrible that someone’s spreading rumors about us being gay when we’re living together out of necessity.”

He raises an eyebrow and sets the cup he was drying on the counter, draping the kitchen towel over his shoulder as he asks, “Did you agree to it?”

You frown and nod as you reply, “Yes… She backed me into a corner, I couldn’t say no. And maybe this could help people forget about it, and we can just go back to living life normally without worrying about people finding out?”

He crosses his arms. “Ok. And what will you do if the women we go out with are actually interested in us romantically? Go home with them and fuck them?”

An embarrassed feeling spreads through your lower stomach as you think. “Maybe not go that far. If it does get to that point, we could go home with them and tell them we’re not ready for anything like that…”

“No. I hate the idea of you going home with some random woman.” Joel sounds wounded that you would even think that.

“I know. I’m also not too fond of you doing the same.”

“Fine. That's settled. When is the double date?” His voice sounds pissed off that he was forced into this.

“Tonight… Don’t worry, I’ve already called Coop’s grandparents, and they can watch over him.”

“Tonight.” He states in a cold tone.

“Yeah, tonight.” You tilt your head to the side, confused by his reaction.

“You know what day it is, right?”

You think for a second.

Is it his birthday?

No. That was last month.

Maybe it’s Cooper’s.

No, that already happened even longer ago.

Your… anniversary?

Your anniversary.

It’s the anniversary of you confessing your true feelings to him.

The anniversary of you actually becoming an official couple in secret.

“Shit… Our anniversary…” “Yeah. Our anniversary.”

“Shit – I’m so sorry –” You start, getting up from your chair to reach out for him.

“No. Leave it. Let’s get ready.” He leaves the kitchen without saying anything further.

You get ready at the same time, and after dropping Cooper off at his grandparents', you drive to the restaurant Mrs. Adler told you to meet at, the ride quiet and uncomfortable, your anxiety digging holes in your stomach.

You frown, still feeling how angry he is at the thought of someone else having you. The date actually goes alright. The two women, Dorothy and Jolene, seem really interesting. Dorothy has a heavy accent when she speaks, but that's normal for folks around here. She loves woodworking, and Jolene likes to spend time birdwatching.

You sit directly across from Jolene for the entire meal, her dark, long hair shining in the dim lights of the restaurant. Joel seems to be more quiet and avoids talking to you for most of the experience, but begins to strike up a friendly conversation with Dorothy, exchanging tips on how to carve different types of wood. You feel awful about this. You can feel how furious he is with you, it's the first time you've ever had a fight, and it's on your anniversary. He's been upset about things before, but never really about you, so it's anxiety-inducing, even with the current anxiety medication you're taking.

Just as you finish dessert, your stomach starts to churn, hoping they won't actually ask you to accompany them home. They ask to split the bill, and as you wait, the air between the four of you grows tense. Dorothy secretly whispers something to Jolene.

The surrounding chatter is drowned out by your pounding heart, your nerves unable to hold out much longer. So you decide to break the tension by asking the stupidest question you could have asked, “So, what would you ladies like to do after this?”

You feel your whole body tense up, Joel's presence next to you getting more and more irritated.

“Nothing… But actually, there's something we need to tell you two. Don't take this the wrong way, you're both lovely guys, but you made us realize something important. We've decided to officially come out as lesbians. We're tired of all the lying and hiding from people.” As Jolene drops this information, a weight lifts from your chest.

The two women exchange a quick peck on the lips for all to witness. You sit there with a dumbfounded look on your face, but no one in the restaurant seems to think much of it.

“We’re sorry, we should’ve told you before.” Jolene notes, smiling apologetically.

“N – No, you’re good.” You start, standing up from your seat. “You two probably want to spend some time alone, then.”

Dorothy chuckles, the rest of the group also getting up to leave. “Y’ain’t wrong. We just can’t go on like this anymore, y’see.”

Joel is silent as the four of you leave the restaurant, following behind. You wish the women good luck for the future and wave goodbye.

Dorothy and Jolene head off, hand in hand, happy with their decision. You watch them, standing a short distance away from Joel, your mind just realizing that this is a possibility, to just come out and live a life together as a couple. A… gay couple? This is when you realize that you've never even posed this question to yourself in the past seven years that you've known Joel.

Am I gay?

Or bi?

Your eyes wander to Joel. He's standing there, hands in his pockets, watching them leave. He doesn't seem as angry as he did before. You can tell the gears in his head are turning, but so are yours.

“Joel.” The tone of your voice is a little jaded. “We should head back home.”

He nods. The drive home is silent. You know Joel is still a little miffed that you asked what they'd like to do after dinner.

The front door shuts smoothly behind you when you get home, Joel standing in front of you with his back to you.

The silence in the house is deafening. You should probably be picking up Cooper from his grandparents, but you exchange a quick glance with Joel that stops you in your tracks. Without saying a word, he pulls you into a tender kiss. You drop the jacket you were holding and reach for the hem of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

With Cooper living with you, it has been a while since you had the house to yourselves. It's not that you minded. But not being able to exchange kisses and touches was getting old. Your tongue brushes the edge of his front teeth, his tongue trails after yours. He hastily unbuckles your pants, his fingers slipping into the waistband of your jeans and slowly pulling them down a fraction.

His arm wraps around your waist, holding you up as your knees buckle, the emotion so intense it makes you lose all your strength. He pulls away to meet your eyes, his face a shade redder, his mouth open as he breathes heavily from the kiss.

“I want you out of those clothes. Immediately.” He whispers. You nod and strip naked in front of him, your eyes darting between his eyes and lips.

“Good. Now turn around.” Joel’s eyes are dark. Not only from the intensity of the lust he's feeling for you right now, but also from how angry he was with you before. He unzips his pants and pulls out his semi-hard cock as you turn around.

“Gonna fuck those thighs. Squeeze ’em together.”

His big arms wrap around you, pulling your body close to his and enveloping you in a warmth you didn't know you were missing until now. You squeeze your legs together and feel his dick glide slowly between them, growing harder from the friction. A soft sigh leaves your lips at the feeling, his touches soft despite the rough skin on his fingers.

As you stand on the tips of your toes, his fingers slowly begin to play with your nipples, tugging them gently after rubbing his thumb over the small nub. All of this has made you extremely hard, and his panting breath close to your ear sends shivers down your spine.

Your cock aches to be caressed, to get some attention, but every time you try to reach for it, his hands stop you. You wish you could say you weren't thinking about anything else as he pushes his cock between your thighs, the head poking out the front under your sack, but your mind keeps spinning about the possibility that you might be gay.

Women are beautiful, some of them attractive to you, but you've never felt as intense of a love for them as you have for Joel. At the very beginning of this journey, your thoughts only revolved around this man who has kept you up at night since your first shared kiss.

“Fuck, Joel.” The air is pushed out of your lungs as his cock moves faster between your tightly pressed thighs, the pre-cum leaking from the front of his cock adding a little lubrication. Your erection twitches at the sensation of his length rubbing against your balls, stimulating you in just the right way. His chest and stomach are pressed against your back as you struggle a little to stand on your tiptoes.

“Hah… I can’t last much longer like this…” He gasps close to your ear, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he continues to thrust. His warm hands cling to you as yours search for something to hold onto. They grab for his arms, his hips, anything to ground you from this experience, but your mind goes blank, your moans leaving your mouth as unavoidable as breathing.

Until he stops, out of breath and still rock hard between your thighs. “Space Boy, I want to go a bit further…”

You take a deep breath before looking at the clock on the living room wall. There should be enough time before you need to pick up Cooper.

“Alright…”

The two of you having no patience to go upstairs and grab the bottle of lube, you once again opt for a fresh jar of coconut oil you bought to replace the old one. Since no one uses it for cooking, it's still sealed. For once, Joel doesn't waste much time stretching you out, impatiently rubbing his own cock as he goes. You're standing in the dark living room, your hands out in front of you to hold yourself up on the back of the couch.

You moan, also impatient, as his fingers slide in and out of your anus, stretching it faster than usual. Fortunately, it's not too painful, as you just relax as much as possible.

He soon pulls them out, leaving you feeling empty, and before he positions himself to slowly push inside you, he applies some more oil to make sure it's a smooth ride for both of you. Slowly, he fills you up, inch by inch. Moving in and out, he gets deeper, the head of his hardened cock brushing against your prostate after so long. Your grip on the couch back tightens as you muffle your moans by pressing your lips together, your eyes closed tightly as you focus on the sensation.

His thrusting begins to pick up speed after a while, his breathing mixed with an orchestra of breathy “hah”s. You can't hold in your moans any longer as they are forced out of you, mixed with the sounds of his heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin.

Joel grabs both of your wrists and pulls you by them as he thrusts into you, his movements rougher than what you are used to. You keep thinking about seeing Jolene and Dorothy holding hands in public, how confident they were. Until you can no longer think straight.

Your brain is slowly being pounded into mush as his cock hits your sweet spot over and over again, your gasps getting stuck in your throat. The only thought in your head is whether you're exclusively into men or not.

As you moan, you blurt out, “Joel, ah – are we gay?”

Joel slows down his thrusts, breathing heavily for a moment in silence, reflecting on what you've just asked him. It's like his brain needs time to buffer after being so close to an orgasm.

Stunned and confused, he asks, “Are you really asking me this while we’re… having sex?”

You blink as the haze in your brain clears. “I… am.”

He snorts, his hand letting go of one of your wrists to hold it in front of his mouth. You turn your head to look at him.

“Space Boy. You confessed your love to me. We've been living together for some years now. We can't keep our hands off each other whenever we're alone together. I can make you do these…” he thrusts into you, making you whine as his cock hits just the right spot, “… sounds with ease. What do you think?”

You groan impatiently, waiting for him to move again, your mind spinning with lust. “Fuck… – hah – that I’m probably very gay.”

“Took you long enough to figure out.” He laughs, his hand reaching for the wrist he was holding before.

“Please… keep going then, I can’t take it anymore…” You whine.

He obliges and starts thrusting into you again, your head quickly reverting to an empty space. With heavy breaths, Joel's movements become more intense, each rub against your prostate drawing you closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck – hah – you’re so tight for me, Space Boy… You’re about to come, aren’t you?” A moan catches in his throat as he breathlessly speeds up his thrusts, the grip on your wrists increasingly tightening to keep you from slipping.

You hum in agreement with the question, unable to form words at this point, a jumble of moans and heavy breaths being the only thing your mouth is capable of producing. Your head bounces slightly with each thrust.

“Me too.” He puffs, his thrusts becoming erratic as the two of you reach your mind-clearing orgasm, the intense feeling of pleasure, love, and satisfaction sweeping over you in an instant. Your cock twitches as the last few spurts of cum run down the underside of it.

“A – Ah… are you still… mad at me?” You whimper as he pulls out of you and slowly lets go of your wrists. You feel his semen slowly flow out of you as you stand up straight on shaky legs, holding on to the couch when you're about to lose your balance.

He remains silent for a moment, his hands caressing your back as you feel his gaze fixed on your naked, twitching body.

“Maybe just a little bit.” After quickly cleaning up and allowing you to catch your breath, he picks you up, bridal style, which confuses you a small bit.

“Joel… I need to go get Coop.”

“Call Edith, tell her it might get late, and you’ll get him tomorrow. It’s our anniversary. Please.”

“Alright…”

He carries you to your shared bedroom, making sure to get your phone on the way.

When he gently lays you down on the bed and kisses your temple, you search for Edith's number on your phone, open her contact, but you don't press the call button yet, “Joel. Would you… be ready to come out and officially become a couple? Not just in secret?”

“I’ve been waiting for you, actually… I’ve been ready to do so since I asked you to move in together.” He sits down by your side, watching your finger hover over the call button.

You hide your face in the palm of your hand and groan in embarrassment. “I thought you hated the idea of people knowing.”

“Well, maybe we should talk about these things more openly…”

“Maybe.”

After a moment of silence, Joel opens his mouth again to ask something in a soft, vulnerable way, “If it becomes possible for the both of us to get married in the future… what would your stance on that be…?”

You turn your head to look at him, wide-eyed.

“I just wanted to ask because of the divorce you went through.”

“Joel Miller. If we could get married tomorrow, I'd drag you to the church right now and wait until it opens to be the first to get married in the morning.”

He smiles and looks down at your phone, giving you a small nod. “You can tell her.”

You nod and press call, holding the phone to your ear and listening to the dial tone. Edith answers after a few seconds.

“Edith, is it ok if Cooper stays with you tonight?”

“Oh, of course, dear. I assume the date is going well?”

“Eh, it’s going better than expected, actually. The two women are actually a lesbian couple.”

“I… don’t understand?”

“Well, they made me… us realize something. I should’ve been honest from the start.” You take a deep breath. “Edith, Joel and I are together. We've been, uh… secretly dating since 2006.”

Edith laughs softly on the other end of the line. “Dear. We know.”

You bite your lower lip and smile, hiding your face in the palm of your hand. “Were we really that obvious?”

“It's hard to hide when you're truly in love with someone.”

You chuckle and nod, “Mhm.”

“Well, don’t worry. Cooper will stay here for tonight. Say hello to Joel from us and enjoy your time together.”

“Thank you, Edith. See you tomorrow.”

“Good night, sweetheart.”

You set the phone down and turn to Joel, who is playing with a button on his shirt.

“I guess we’re official now, huh?” He asks, reaching for your hand. You nod and pull him in for a kiss that starts out sweet but quickly turns intense, your hands undressing him so he can finally join in on the birthday suit.

The rest of the night turns into a night of heated passion shared between your bodies, the kisses, and touches you exchange hot enough to rival burning lava.

The next time you see Connie, she’s chatting with Denise on the sidewalk.

You go up to them and thank Connie for the date she set up. You tell them that the rumors about you and Joel were indeed true, and that the two of you have finally decided to let people know about it. Connie seems a bit taken aback at first. It might just be the initial shock of hearing this come out of your mouth, but she quickly warms up to the idea of you two being together since she has known you for so long.

Word spreads quickly, and soon everyone in the neighborhood knows about the new couple. Some people are genuinely happy for you two, only a handful of people start to avoid talking to you both, but that's probably for the best.

Frank points out that he knew you two were dating from the first time he saw you, and that the last time you spoke, he was referring to being into men. This leads you to believe that he was the one who started the rumor in the first place. But you don't hold it against him. In fact, you're glad he did.

Joel and you don't really change the way you act, you just feel comfortable staying the way you are around each other, but you are finally able to kiss and hold hands when you feel like it.

The years pass.

You and Joel raise Cooper as your own, going through thick and thin together. You still make sure to visit Bridget. She's become a good friend of yours again, and she's warming up to Joel, too, after making an effort to get to know him, her prejudices, views and disgust with same-sex couples changing over the years.

Cooper is a little rock star. He picks up the guitar after hearing Joel practice and joins the school band. Sarah and Rosa successfully graduate and move back to Austin with their boyfriends, living in a nearby apartment complex.

Around June 2015, you hear some news about the Supreme Court considering overturning the nation's ban on same-sex marriage. It's a topic you begin to follow closely on a daily basis, being careful to do so in secret because of your plan. You'd bought an engagement ring for Joel some time ago and were hoping to finally propose.

On the 26th, the fantastic news finally reaches your ears while you're at work. You drive home as quickly as possible after work and mentally prepare yourself as you retrieve the box containing the ring from its hiding place. Cooper's gone to a friend's house after school, so you can finally do what you've been waiting to do for so long.

You pace up and down the kitchen, trying to figure out how to propose to Joel. Your heart is racing in your chest like crazy as you rehearse what you want to say to him.

Joel, these past 12 years with you have been amazing.

And today is a very special day.

I wanted to ask you something very important.

Joel Miller.

Will you marry me?

As you repeat this for the seventh time, you hear the front door open and almost drop the box. You stop and listen to see who just got home.

“Space Boy! Space Boy? Are you home?” Joel sounds like he's in a rush as he calls out to you.

“Eh – Yep! I'm in the kitchen. Welcome home, Joel!” You take a deep breath and listen, expecting to hear him coming your way, but it doesn't happen. Instead, you hear nervous fumbling and Joel cursing under his breath through the door.

You slowly open the kitchen door and look into the living room to see Joel standing by the couch with one hand behind his back and the other resting on the couch. He looks at you, almost sweating like a sinner in church.

“Joel? Are you alright there?” You frown, tilting your head to the side as you ask.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah. I’m all good.” He swiftly replies, visibly nervous. You smile and press your lips together, trying to hold back a grin. With the box in your hand, you keep it hidden behind your back.

“Actually, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” He mumbles, scratching the back of his head with his other hand.

You walk over to him, watching his expression. He gets down on one knee once you're in front of him, his knees cracking audibly. You simply join him on the ground, making the same movement at the same time.

The both of you are just down on one knee in front of each other.

Each holding a box in one hand.

“Will – Huh – Wait, what?” He blinks, dumbfounded that this isn't going according to the script he'd made up in his head, while he opens the box in his hand for you to see a beautiful yet simple ring inside.

You laugh as you open your box in return to show him the engagement ring you bought for him. A smile spreads throughout his face as he begins to crack up as well. Once you both have calmed down enough, he gently takes your free hand.

“Will you… Will you marry me?” He asks, staring deep into your eyes.

“Yes, Joel. Will you marry me?” You taunt him, squeezing his hand slightly.

He chuckles and nods before kissing your lips softly.

“We really are just a couple of idiots, aren’t we?” You ask, giggling as you exchange engagement rings. Your hands tremble as you slide yours onto his finger, the excitement rushing through your body. He's no better, his hands shaking too, almost dropping the ring as he takes it out of the box.

“We’re two idiots in love.” He smiles, about to give you another kiss, but you are interrupted when both your phones go off at the same time. You take your phone out of your pocket and swipe over the glass to answer Rosa's call.

“Dad?! When’s the wedding?!” Rosa’s voice is excited when you hold the phone to your ear. You hear a similar question coming from Joel's phone, so you just laugh as you stand up with him.

“Hello, Star.”

“There’s no time for pleasantries! You did hear what happened, right?” She asks impatiently.

“I did. We… we sorta just proposed to each other a few seconds ago. Both at the same time.”

“WHAT! OH MY GOD!”

Her reaction makes you laugh.

“Don’t worry, we said yes.”

“I – I! JEREMY!” She shouts a distance away from the phone. You look at Joel, who is also busy trying to talk to an enthusiastic Sarah. He's holding back a laugh as your daughters freak out on the other end of the line.

Rosa hangs up without saying goodbye, as does Sarah.

“They’re coming over, aren’t they?” Joel asks as he shoves his phone into his front pocket.

“I’ll go prepare the tea.” You nod as you reply.

“Wait.” He pulls your arm and presses his lips to yours. His hands cradle your face as you kiss, a happy warmth spreading through your entire body. Your old knees feel weak as you hold on to him.

“Now you can go.” He whispers after he pulls away.

“Jesus, Joel. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He holds up the hand with the engagement ring, wiggling his fingers. “We’re getting married.”

You smile before making your way to the kitchen. The house buzzes with energy as your daughters arrive with their respective partners. Cooper comes home not too long after they arrive and is confused as to why everyone is freaking out. You tell him what happened, and he has a watered down version of Rosa's reaction, excited that his dads are finally getting married.

The wedding planning doesn't take all that long. You've waited so long for this day that you just want to get to it as soon as possible. You get married at your local church, and the new pastor, Pastor Gabriel, is very accepting and positive about this change. You take Joel's last name, Rosa and Cooper are excited to change their last names to Miller as well.

There are a handful of guests you invite to your wedding. You don't want the whole thing to be too big. After the ceremony, you have a small garden party, Tommy has set up a nice looking canopy in the backyard. Connie and Maria prepared a delicious meal for everyone. Your daughters are in charge of the cake and go out of their way to find a cake topper with two men and paint it to look like you two.

As you get to the toast of the evening, you look around and see the faces of the people you've come to love and care about. You sit next to Joel at a table that faces everyone. Rosa, Sarah, Cooper, Jeremy, and Ethan sit together at the table closest to you. Tommy, Maria, Denise, and her family are at the table next to them. Frank is sitting next to his new boyfriend, Bill, at the same table as Dorothy and Jolene. And finally, Edith, John, Connie, and Danny are seated together.

Rosa and Sarah stand up when it's time for the toast. They pull out a projector to beam something onto the flattest part of the house. You're slightly tipsy by this point, holding Joel's hand in yours, your finger playing with his wedding ring.

“Dear everyone. We’re gathered here today to celebrate our Dads finally getting married.” Sarah starts as the projector shows the words “Mr. & Mr. Miller”.

“Even though they've 'only' known each other for 12 years, it feels like they've been together forever. And we just wanted to show our appreciation to you, dear Dads, by sharing our most treasured moments with you.”

You watch as the projection changes to a video where they've pieced together pictures to a heartfelt song. You can feel the tears starting to well up as the first picture is the one they took of you and Joel on the couch the night after you beat up that guy named Kyle.

The next image is of you and Joel at the Santana concert, both of you visibly younger and a little awkward around each other, not knowing how to act.

Then it changes to a picture of the whole family, including Jeremy and Ethan, dressed up for Halloween. Cooper requested to dress up as characters from his favorite show, so he was dressed in a little platypus outfit, dressed as Agent Perry from the show Phineas and Ferb. You were dressed as Major Monogram, Joel as Dr. Doofenschmirz, Rosa as Candace, Sarah as Vanessa, Ethan as Ferb and Jeremy as… well, Jeremy.

It continues with images of a camping trip you took, highlighting the good times you had with your little family.

The video ends with you and Joel together at a pride parade, next to Rosa, Sarah, and Cooper, holding up a sign that says, “I love my gay Dads!”

You're sobbing by the end, with Joel squeezing your hand as you exchange a quick look.

“Thank you for these wonderful years. We love you.” Rosa makes a heart shape with her hands.

“We love you lots. But. We need to add one more thing.” Sarah holds her hand to her chest as a small, mischievous smile spreads across her face.

“We do indeed, Sarah. Did you know that they used to be roommates?”

“Oh my God, they were roommates.”

Rosa and Sarah's table along with Denise's kids burst out into laughter, leaving everyone older than them confused as to why it's so funny, until the projector shows a short video of exactly what they just said.

Joel cracks up and lets out a hearty laugh, “Good one!”

You blink, now chuckling a little from the added context.

The rest of the evening remains magical, everyone seems to get along. It ends with a long round of karaoke. By the time you and Joel get up to sing, most of the guests have left to go to bed, so you choose a slow, romantic song, mostly just singing to each other, enjoying the time together.

When you finally get to bed, Joel and you are so drunk. He pulls you into bed by grabbing the fabric of your suit jacket. After you land on him, you push yourself up a little to look down at the man.

“Hey there, handsome…” You slur your words as you speak, your hand reaching for Joel's tie to loosen it slightly. Every movement either of you make is languid.

“Hi.” His smile is so big that his eyes half close. You slowly place kisses on his neck once the tie is loose, but your body feels so heavy and tired that you end up resting your head on his chest.

“I don’t think…” You yawn as Joel slowly caresses your back. “I… can stay awake…”

“Mm… me neither.” He speaks softly, his breathing slow and deep as you listen.

You both fall asleep in an instant, enjoying the comfort of each other.

The next day you leave for your honeymoon, Cooper stays with his grandparents while you're gone. The destination is a small cabin in the mountains, that's situated right next to a lake. It's a quiet and remote place, so you'll have it all to yourselves. The hangover is a touch heavy in the morning, so the first thing you both do is take an aspirin and drink lots of water.

You arrive at your destination late in the afternoon, the sun has already set, a warm orange color in the sky that is slowly turning darker by the second. By now, you both feel much better. The air is still warm. Joel stops the truck and gets out, walking around to take in the view of the surrounding mountains. You get out too, smiling from ear to ear, and take a deep breath.

The journey had been hot in the late summer sun, so a dip in the clear lake was the perfect way to cool off. With a grin, you turn to Joel and say, “Last one in the water.”

You start running towards it, stripping off all of your clothes and jumping into the water completely naked. Joel follows a few seconds later, splashing you with water as he cannonballs into the lake.

You splash some water back at him as he emerges, chuckling when he does the same, until he pulls you in for a brief kiss. His hands hold onto your arms for a moment. You kiss him again for longer, humming.

Joel pulls away after a minute and looks up at the sky, his face lighting up at the sight. You lean back and float in the water, also looking up at the sky. Joel swims close to you and joins you.

“This is wonderful…” You exhale. The sky turns dark, the stars appearing one by one. The water is still quite warm from the sun shining on it all day.

“Look, Space Boy! A shooting star!” He points to the sky, and there it is. A shooting star drawing a line across the sky. You wish for something. The stars reflect off the surface of the water, and it feels like you're floating in space together.

As you watch the sky together, you see one or two more shooting stars, each drawing a gasp from both of you.

But the water is rapidly getting colder.

“We should go inside, start up a fire in the fireplace.” You mutter, shivering somewhat as you stand in the water, your feet touching the floor of the lake.

“Yeah, let’s get going.”

You walk out of the lake and grab your clothes on the way to the cabin. Joel gets all the bags from the truck and follows you inside. After a quick shower to wash off the sweat of the day along with the lake water, you grab some bathrobes and throw them on. Joel lights the fire in the fireplace.

The cabin is quite spacious, with a separate bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. You sit with Joel on the rug in front of the open fireplace and open a bottle of champagne that the owner left to congratulate you.

“To us.” He holds up his glass, the golden, bubbly liquid swirling inside. He's lying on his side, his elbow propping up his torso. His hair, still wet from the shower, glistens in the light. The room is filled with a warm light from the fire, slowly warming your bodies.

“To us.” The glasses clink against each other, and you take a sip, enjoying the sparkling drink. You lie on your back, closing your eyes for a second.

“This is surreal. We’re really… on our honeymoon.” You say, taking another sip. He chuckles and shifts next to you, still needing a break from the long ride you've just had. The fire crackles beautifully in the fireplace, filling the room with a cozy warmth.

“We are.” He takes a deep breath, inhaling the warm scent of the burning fire mixed with the scent of the wood in the cabin. He rolls onto his side again to look at you, his thin tall glass now empty.

“Want a refill on that champagne?”

“Oh, sure.” You lift your head and finish your glass, handing the now empty tall champagne glass back to him.

You turn your head to look at him, still on your back. The robe splits at the top of his chest, providing you with a glimpse. His chest is covered with hair, some of it gray. The warm fire illuminates his silhouette as he pours more of the sparkling liquid into your glasses.

“You’re staring, Space Boy.” He smirks as he hands you the glass.

“And? Am I not allowed to stare at my beautiful husband?”

“Only if I’m allowed to do the same.”

“You are.” You take the glass and drink. You stare at each other for a while longer. Joel's hand plays with the belt that's tied at the front of your robe.

“Joel… what did you wish for? When we saw the shooting star, I mean.”

“Hm, I’m not allowed to tell you.”

You roll your eyes as you turn to the side. “Well, I wished for a long, happy life together with you and our family.”

His eyes dart between your eyes, lips, and shoulder as he smiles, “I’ll be. I wished for the exact same thing.”

You finish your second glass of champagne, staring into his eyes. He's almost undressing you with his eyes at this point, the robe sliding slightly off your shoulder as you set the glass in front of him.

“I’d like another refill.” You whisper. And seconds later, your glass is replenished. Joel pours the rest of the bottle into his own glass. His hand, which had been toying with the belt around your waist, has moved up under the cloth, his hand absentmindedly caressing your hip.

Your chest is filled with adoration as you share this quiet moment together. You lean forward to give Joel a soft peck on the lips. His hand pulls you closer as he stares at your lips, waiting for another kiss. You listen to his soft breathing.

With a grin, you inch closer to his face, only to bring your glass to your lips to drink everything he's just poured in one gulp. He watches you lick your lips, his eyes turning darker from the tension that is brewing between the two of you.

He pulls his hand out from under your robe, reaching for your chin to pull you in for a deeper kiss. You slide the glass aside, your hands finally caressing his bare skin as you slip them under the front of his robe. Your fingers run down the skin of his chest to rest on his side, the movement opening the front of his robe a little more.

Your tongues rub against each other, tenderly, slowly, the taste of champagne lingering in your mouths. Neither of you are in a hurry. You have an entire week to spend here together. He stares into your eyes when he pulls away, your breathing growing heavier.

“Why don’t we get out of these robes?” He whispers, tugging lightly at one end of the belt that does its best to keep the cloth wrapped around you together.

“No… I think you look really sexy in it.” You hold your hand over his, preventing him from untying the knot. He thinks for a second before letting go of the belt and rolling over to lie on top of you, propping himself up on his forearm

“I might need to agree with you there. You don't look too bad in yours, either.” His eyes roam up and down your body. You roll your eyes at the comment and rest your arms on his shoulders, crossing them at the wrists.

“Actually, I need to correct myself there. You look amazing. Like a present I can’t wait to unwrap.” He whispers with a slight curl of his upper lip as his hand slides up your thigh, sending a hot shiver down your spine. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, the moment and his scent surrounding you making you gradually erect. His calloused fingers caress your inner thigh, pushing your legs further apart.

His lips kiss your cheek, the tip of your nose, along your jawline, down to your neck. You gasp at each loving kiss and caress. His hand slides under your leg, pulling it up as he grinds his hardened cock against yours, its hardness feeling wonderful as it slides against you, the robes split at your hips due to the position.

Breathy whispers of affection leave your lips as his kisses turn to soft bites and licks that leave a tingle of pleasure under the surface of your skin, making your need for him grow.

“Fuck, Joel… Love you so much – hah – so much…”

He moves to kiss the spot behind your ear as you turn your head to the side, your mind spinning from the sensual feel of his relentless grinding.

“I love you too, Space Boy…” In a breathy whisper, he responds, his hip pressing harder against you as his rubs become more intense, more needy. Your cock twitches against his as pre-cum leaks from the tip.

You tilt your head back to face him, pulling him into a passionate kiss as Joel reaches for the lube on the tray of complimentary items next to the soft carpet you're lying on. He takes his time with you, nipping softly at your lower lip and tugging playfully.

He shifts to press his hip against your thigh, lifting your other leg and angling it so that the sole of your foot touches the floor. Your lips are red and slightly swollen by the time his finger presses against your anus, eliciting a soft moan.

He curls it each time he pushes it inside you, your hands gripping the robe on his shoulder as he goes at it for what seems like an eternity, until he finally spreads your anus wider and inserts a second finger.

Your slightly tipsy mind still can't believe you're here with him, being caressed, touched and kissed as newlyweds. It still feels like a dream you're too scared to wake up from. The tip of his middle finger curls and presses against your prostate, sending a shattering pleasure through your entire body. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close, his face pressed lightly against your shoulder as you moan close to his ear.

His muffled voice speaks to you, “That’s it… Let me hear you, honey…” Kisses are pressed against your shoulder. By now, your robe has slipped completely off your shoulders, the sleeves only covering your forearms as the cloth gathers at the inside of your elbow.

Every lengthy moan that comes out of you makes his cock throb against your thigh, his hips moving slowly to get some friction as he finally stretches your hole enough. Your fingers run through his slightly damp hair, yanking slightly to get a breathy grunt out of him. He loves it when you pull his hair.

“Hah, Joel… Please… I want to kiss you.” You pant as he keeps fingering your hole, the lube slowly drying up from how long he's been dragging this out. He pulls his fingers out of you, and you manage to roll the two of you over so that he is underneath you.

You lean down to plant hot kisses on his lips, his hands feeling up your thighs, grabbing your butt under the robe that now only covers your waist. Your tongue licks over his collarbone before you suck on a softer part of his shoulder, leaving a faint mark. With one hand still on your ass, he slides his cock between your cheeks with his other hand. He doesn't push inside you, using both hands to press your cheeks together as he moves his hips, his cock sandwiched between your cheeks.

A soft moan leaves his mouth as you move your hips along with his slow thrusts. You want to reach for the bottle of lube, but you restrain yourself and let Joel enjoy the experience a little longer. He's got his eyes closed as he lies beneath you, his brow furrowed as his breathing gets heavier with each slow thrust.

“So fucking good… you look so handsome.” You whisper close to his ear before planting your lips against his neck, sucking lightly at his skin to mark him as yours.

“Jesus, Space Boy… You’re gonna – hah – gonna make me come before we even get started –” A breathy moan reaches your ears. You're enjoying this so much. He fights the urge to continue by lifting his hands from your cheeks and rubbing them up your sides until they stop under the waistband of the robe.

“Don’t worry.” You finally reach for the bottle of lube and shift back so you can apply it to his erection, which is twitching in your hand. “We can move on to the best part…”

He looks at you with big, loving eyes as you insert him, your brow furrowing at the slight pain, which fortunately subsides quickly. You stop when he's inside all the way, and you press your hand against his chest, trying to calm your breathing before proceeding.

“So hot, so good… so handsome.” His voice almost sounds like a growl as he whispers, his hand reaching out to cup your face. You lean down to give him a kiss, making sure you keep him deep inside you. There's no need to move, you simply enjoy being filled for the moment. He'd been inches away from his orgasm before, so he probably needs a breather anyway.

Or so you thought. His hands move down to hold your hips as he thrusts up into you. You gasp against his lips, opening your eyes halfway to look at his desperate face.

“Jo – oel…” You push yourself up, pressing your hands against his chest, his hips still moving to thrust into you. His legs are bent up behind you, so you hold onto his knees as you bounce in the rhythm he started. Your moans get stuck in your throat, the feeling unbearable.

“It feels so good to love you… Hah…” He stops moving himself, his gasping breath heavy. You move more slowly, choosing your own pace. His hands caress your inner thighs for a brief moment, until he wraps one of them around your cock, which had been bouncing up and down along with you.

“Mh – Jesus.” You gasp, biting your lower lip as you close your eyes. Joel is watching your every move, you can feel his gaze on you. He loves to watch you become an absolute mess, your hole getting tighter and tighter the closer you get to your orgasm.

You speed things up, circling your hips from time to time to try to get a break from the overwhelming feeling of his dick drilling into your sweet spot. His hand, wrapped tightly around your cock, moves painfully slowly. Sometimes he strokes his thumb over the head, spreading the leaking pre-cum all over it.

It's the best feeling ever, the two of you slowly losing your minds together as you inch towards your impending orgasms. The air is filled with pants, moans and hushed whispers from both of you.

You stop for a second, trying to catch your breath and not come too early, but Joel just sits up and wraps his arms around your waist, cupping your ass to bounce you faster on his dick.

“Hah… I’m so close, please don’t drag this out so long.” His voice is hushed and filled with a rush to get you to come as well. You hum and moan as you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your face into it. The knot on the belt around your waist finally comes undone. The robe now hangs only on your forearms, the rest of the cloth draped over your lower back.

His cock is constantly brushing against or full-on hitting your sweet spot, and you can't take it much longer. Your vision goes white as you reach your orgasm, painting both your stomachs with your ejaculate, your body tensing around him as he releases inside you at the same time. His moans and heavy breaths are close to your ear, your own sounds muffled as you keep your face pressed into the arm that's wrapped around his neck.

“I love you so much, Space Boy.” He softly whispers as he breathes heavily, caressing your head and back as he kisses the side of your head.

“I love you, too.” You answer muffled, still holding on tightly, not wanting to let him go. It's finally the way it should be as you share this embrace. It all started with a vengeful kiss, only to blossom into a beautiful relationship.

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