16. Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Three Years Later

Morning sex was the best. The sky overhead was every color his imagination could make, and Alan inside of him, pushing in slowly, letting his teeth sink into the flesh of his shoulder just enough to hurt a little. It was perfect.

Legs slung over Alan’s shoulders, feeling the hot breath as that thick, wonderful cock was inside him, Gabriel moaned softly only to be scolded. “Shhh, baby.”

“The walls are literally a foot and a half thick.”

“Arguing with Daddy?” he asked as his hips halted.

Gabriel bit his lips together and looked as forlorn as he could while trying not to giggle.

“That’s better.”

He flipped Gabriel onto all fours and pushed back inside him, banging him hard right off the bat.

Gabriel seriously had to bite his lips closed because he didn’t want to moan; he wanted to scream. Alan inside him was always a reason to scream in delight, and he dragged a pillow to him to set his face into so he could muffle the hollering he started.

Every thrust was heaven, those hot hands holding his hips were heaven, and living every day with the man was heaven.

It had only taken them eight months to realize they could no longer live apart. The kids had been fine with it, especially because they were keeping the other house, too. They had to. None had the heart to sell the home their mother had saved and scrimped to buy.

They loved living in the country, and at eleven, Brandon begged for a dirt bike. Tristan was still into anything that flew, once Alan introduced him to kites and Brandon gave him his old drone.

The four of them were happy, but there was still something missing.

Not that he thought about it that morning. As far as he was concerned, nothing in the world could be missing. He was filled with his partner’s thick cock, in a room he loved, in a house he adored, in a place he never wanted to leave.

After he and Alan came, they lay together, the quiet before a busy day. “Have you decided?”

“You know I have, Alan.”

“And?”

“Yes. If Cece is serious about being our surrogate, I’d love to have a baby with you. With the boys getting older, I am really going to miss having little ones around.”

“Good, then I hope you don’t mind a really big, really presumptive surprise I’ve planned today.”

Gabriel stared at him, suspiciously. “Alan…”

“Don’t get mad. You already told me months ago we should get married. We’ve been too busy to plan one, so the boys and me…we…”

Gabriel sat straight up; his jaw dropped hard.

Brandon hollered from the second floor. “Are you guys decent?”

Gabriel pulled the sheet around him, and Alan did the same before he said, “Yeah, Bran, come up.”

Brandon came up to their room with two garment bags hanging over his arm. “Ew, didn’t want to see nothing.”

“ Anything , Brandon,” Gabriel admonished. “And what is this?”

Smiling like the Cheshire Cat, Brandon said, “Oooh, you’re gonna be so mad.”

“Mad?”

Tristan started hollering from the main floor, “Gabe! Gaaaaaabe !”

Gabriel fell back to the bed. “Don’t tell me he’s starting that again.”

Brandon said, “Get dressed. Everyone’s already here,” he said, and laid the bags on the bed. “Take a shower. I smell ass.”

“Brandon, language!”

Brandon and Alan both started to laugh.

As soon as Brandon was gone, Alan got out of bed and opened the top garment bag. “This is your suit.”

“My suit? Alan are we really…are we getting married?”

“Yeah. If that’s okay with you.” He dropped to one knee and grabbed something out from under the bed, then held it up to Gabriel. Gabriel saw the little jewelry box, and immediately, his eyes started leaking. “Will you?”

“Alan…Alan, this is…god, I…”

“It’s usually a yes or no kinda answer, baby.”

Gabriel started to nod before he said, “Yes. You know I will.”

In less than an hour, he was dressed in a causal tan suit with a silk white shirt and a small rosebud in the lapel.

He descended the stairs to see the house empty, but it wasn’t long before his brothers came through the back door, dressed in white shirts and light trousers and smiling at him.

“Hey, guys. You both were in on this?”

Brandon came to him first and told him to sit on the sofa. “We have some stuff to say, and it’s weird and hard, so don’t interrupt, and don’t get all blubbery like you do.”

“Excuse me?”

“You do, Gabe,” Tristan said.

He sat with his mouth hanging open, but soon he was getting ready to do exactly what they’d told him not to do. Cry.

Brandon started it, and he sat on the coffee table, Tristan next to him. “This is like an important day for you. We get that. I think, and Tristan thinks you were putting it off because of us. I don’t know how often we have to say that we like Alan, but whatever.”

“Yeah, whatever, Gabe,” Tristan grumbled.

“Listen, we also know you gave up, like, you know, a lot of stuff for us. And you did it because you knew we’d be thrown in some home or something. So, you know, we wanted to do something nice for you, for a change.”

“Yeah, something nice for you.”

“Are you his parrot?” Gabriel asked Tristan.

“Shush,” Brandon said, and Gabriel’s mouth closed with a click of his teeth.

Tristan spoke next. “Sure, we miss Mom and Dad, but you’ve been a good dad to us. Alan has, too. We’re happy, so it’s about time you get happy and stop worrying about us. Alan said you guys have been in love and stuff for a long time.”

Brandon’s eyes rolled. “Tristan, he’s gonna worry about us.”

“Well, not so much, ‘cause he’s like…all over us all the time.”

“Yeah, Gabriel. Stop obsessing over us, and like…go have a kid that’s little and needs you in their face all the time. We love and appreciate you, but we’re okay now. We did therapy, and we talk things over and stuff now.”

Gabriel’s eyes well, and he couldn’t help it.

Tristan rolled his eyes. “There he goes.”

“Sorry, guys, but I hear you. I just love you both so much, and maybe I was trying to make up for what you lost.”

“You can’t,” Brandon snapped. “We know that’s what you are doing, but you can’t make that up to us. But all the stuff you can do, you have done! Now, just get us grown up, and give us money and stuff we need, and ground us when we’re acting like assholes.”

“Brandon.”

“Sorry, but it’s true! We can be assholes!”

Tristan was nodding his head hard. “You did good, okay?”

“I just really love you guys.”

“We know,” Brandon said. “We love you too. You’re our big brother, and you are cool sometimes, but you are often clingy. Have a kid and be clingy with the baby, and if we get jealous or something, well, buy us something cool and let us hang with our friends.”

Gabriel laughed through his tears, and they both hugged him. “I really love you guys.”

“We love you too, Gabe,” Tristan said. “Now go marry Alan. Don’t let him get away. No one else is gonna want a big crybaby like you can be.”

Gabriel tickled Tristan and then kissed his forehead. “You guys really can be assholes.”

“I said that!”

The boys led him outside to see all the people who had come to their wedding sitting in seats on either side of an aisle that was covered in a white carpet. The smiling faces all looked back at him while Deidre and Alan stood under an arch made of twisted branches, vines, and flowers.

The boys each grabbed a hand and led him to the end of the aisle as music played from speakers he didn’t see.

Alan’s parents both stood once Gabriel got almost to the arch, and each took their turn to kiss his cheek and hug him while the boys took their seats in the front.

Gabriel married Alan, and he didn’t stop crying the entire ceremony. Yeah, the boys were right. He was a crybaby, but his happiness overcame his will to keep the tears away.

The day was a party, with dancing, great food, wine, and the kids running around like feral cats.

Gabriel had a wish come true, and so did Alan, but neither of them realized their biggest dream until fifteen months later when they held their little girl in their arms.

Alan was the bio dad, but they both were Ariana’s dads. Brandon…well, he was amazed by her and carried her around like she was all his.

From tragedy to happiness that couldn’t be contained, Gabriel’s life had been changed so much just by visiting a mall Santa one day. The magic of that one Christmas led to love, little boys being raised by two men who adored them, and a little girl who wouldn’t be in the world at all if her dads hadn’t dreamed of her.

Christmas wishes and miracles, some would say, brought a family together.

May your Christmas be as magical.

The end.